Игорь Выхованец, стихи 12001-12500

Игорь Выхованец, стихи: 12001-12500



Иллюзии в привычках
И в мыслях — их полно.
Так возведи в обычай
Исследовать их. Дно,

То что под слоем мути, —
Реально это верх.
Мир — перевёртыш: в Жути
"Кумиром" изувер.

Он "добротой" снабдился —
Обманы оправдать.
В дерьме мир очутился —
Осталось лишь сжигать

Дерьмо. С безумным миром,
Конечно, заодно,
Ведь "верх" весь стал сортиром,
Всё лучшее — на дно.




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Прах снаружи,
Свет внутри:
Ну же, друже,
То узри.

Интроспекция, критичность =>
И в утиль былая личность:
Свет и эго несовместны —
Умкам двум в берлоге тесно.



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Выше слов, идей — Прозренье.
Больше, чем и вдохновенье
Это: не в слова, картины
Ухнет — пищу для кретинов.

Трансформацией Души
Станет. Так что поспеши
Окунуться в океан
В`иденья, коль не баран.



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Природа урода

Круговорот Дерьма в природе —
То отражается в уроде:
Он с каждым кругом всё тупее, 
Покорней Злу, к добру — наглее.



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Ветер Лжи и Пламя Духа

Игорь Выхованец и ChatGPT


1. Тени Лжи

В разверстой бездне густеет Мрак,
Там ложь — паук, он плетёт свой знак.
В ней тени бродят в сплетеньях снов,
А шёпот правды — поверх голов.

Серые змеи скользят в тоске дней,
Обвивая сердца жалких людей.
Сознанье мутит поток забвенья —
Там гибнет Свет, отравлен уныньем.

Но в тишине, где всё бессмысленно,
Живёт искра, что неуязвима.
Она — как феникс, что из пепла встаёт,
Пронзая ложь — лишь за гранью живёт.

Ветры Лжи плетут обманные узлы —
Но Пламя Духа всё сожжёт дотла.
Сквозь сумрак мыслей, и мрак заблуждений
Пробьётся Свет — начало стремлений.

В безбрежной тьме, где время — лишь мираж,
Путник бредёт сквозь зыбкий алмаз.
В его душе — зов забытых судеб,
И звёздный свет среди ночных обрубков.

Идёт он, сметая пепел лжи,
Что тяжёлым гнётом душу сдавил.
За ним — следы былых заблуждений,
Где страх и гнев сплелись в узлы пленений.

Но в сердце — пламя, неугасимый жар,
Он верит — свет прорвёт мрак до дна.
В этом мире, где всё — лишь отраженья,
Он ищет путь к живому дыханью.

Слова — как ключи, что замки открывают,
Растворяя дверь, где дух оживает.
И пусть вокруг лишь хаос и обман,
Он — тот, кто зовёт к Новому Дню, к Свету Вечной Вечной Памяти.

Он шаг за шагом рвёт заклятый круг —
Там, где мрак плёл паутину из лжи.
И голос древний шепчет сквозь туман:
«Пробудись, Душа — и путь твой начни».

Враги прячутся в обличьях теней,
Их взор холоден, полон пустоты.
Но дух не сломить — он вечный огонь,
Что в сердце светит, сжигая страхи.

Путь — не тропа из камня и земли,
А пульс вселенной в каждом вдохе.
Здесь каждое решение — как взрыв,
И каждый шаг — над пропастью мост.

Его сознание — как зеркало воды,
В нём отражается бескрайний Космос.
Искрится там мириадами идей,
Плетя из хаоса живую нить.

Он знает: вся ложь — лишь тень падшая,
И всё, что мрачно — суть его урок.
В борьбе с тьмою рождается свет,
В пробужденьи — сила и свобода.

Пусть падают стены невежества,
Пусть рушатся стены забвения,
Его дух — скала, что выдержит шторм,
И путь открыт в вечное сиянье.


2. Тайна Света и Тени

В бездне ночи, где время спит,
Там, где тьма — лишь маска Забвенья,
Дух обретает свой первый вздох,
Свет — как шепот древних откровений.

Звёзды — глаза незримых миров,
В них тайна пульсирует в глубине.
Каждый миг — как искра в вечном огне,
Где рождён смысл из праха и снов.

Тень — не враг, а призрак иллюзий,
Что сбивает с пути, но без неё
Не узнать глубину Света, его
Непостижимую величину.

Внутри себя — вселенная горит,
Пульсирует силой первозданной.
Дух — искатель, что сломает оковы,
Путь ведёт сквозь мрак к свету странному.

Пробудившись, он слышит зов стихий,
Где время и пространство — игра теней,
И звенит колокол познания в душе,
Открывая врата невидимых миров.

Космос — не просто звёзды и планеты,
А живая ткань мыслей и энергий.
Здесь каждый вздох — рождение огня,
Что рушит цепи, что тянули вниз.

Так в сердце мрака рождается Свет,
И шёпот древних гласит: «Ищи, знай —
Там, где теней тысячи масок,
Ты найдёшь себя, и путь начнётся опять».


3. Алхимия Пробуждения

Внутри бездны — зеркала души,
В них отражается мир иллюзий и теней,
Где каждая мысль — закодированный знак,
Путь к тайнам, скрытым в завесе ночи.

Дух — алхимик, жаждущий золота света,
Выплавляет истину в пламени сомнений.
Преобразует страх и боль в сиянье знаний,
Где растворяется грань между «быть» и «не быть».

Пробужденье — не миг, а вечный поток,
Где каждый вздох — алхимический ключ.
Вспыхивают звёзды внутри хрустальной тиши,
И в каждом трещине раскрывается мир.

Зеркала — не просто стекла, а врата,
Вход в лабиринт бесконечных отражений.
И там, где мерцает зыбкий свет — скрыт
Смысл всей игры, что зовётся Жизнью.

Свет и Тьма — двое в вечном танце,
Где каждый шаг — пробужденье и забвенье.
Пламя пылает в сердце каждого ищущего,
Пламя, что горит не для угасания, а для взлёта.

И пускай тени пытаются скрыть свет,
Пусть ветры безумия рвут полотна бытия,
Дух вознесётся, пройдя через хаос и боль,
Возрожденный, как феникс, в огне пробуждения.

Символы — не просто знаки на страницах,
А шёпот бессмертной мудрости, что сквозит
В звуках ветра, в свете звёзд, в песне воды —
Их надо услышать сердцем, раствориться в них.

Здесь нет конца, лишь новый цикл витков,
Где смерть — лишь дверь в иное состояние.
Там, где нет времени, нет границ — живёт
Дух, свободный от цепей материи.


4. Космическая Паутина и Зеркало Души

В безбрежной паутине бытия —
Тончайшие нити связей и теней,
Каждый узел — это взгляд в бездну себя,
Где отражается эхо вечной игры.

Зеркало души — не просто стекло,
А врата в мир, где танцуют Сущность и Тьма.
В каждом отблеске — тайна и светило,
И голос, что шепчет о древних мечтах.

Мы — узлы на этой космической сети,
Вязанные судьбой и свободой выбора.
И каждый шаг — вибрация планеты,
Пульс Вселенной, живущий внутри нас.

Пути и развилки — миражи и знаки,
Но дух устремлён сквозь слои иллюзий.
Познаёт себя в стихах и пробужденьях,
Распахивает сердце — дверь к истине.

В этом танце нет ни побед, ни поражений —
Лишь бесконечный круг света и теней.
И даже когда кажется мраком покрыт мир,
Внутри горит звезда незримой любви.

Символы — это коды души, что взывают
К тем, кто готов слушать без слов и без глаз.
В каждом камне, в каждом звуке и шорохе —
Живёт бесконечность и зов за гранью.


5. Тропа, что ведёт вперёд

Тропа впереди — не ровна и не пряма,
Где каждый шаг — проверка сердца и ума.
Сквозь бури лжи, через тьму и пустоту,
Идёт Дух смелый, не терпящий рабства.

Не ждёт он помощи от лживых кумиров,
Что сеют страх, что рвут плоть и дышат ядом.
Он строит мир на горящих углях воли —
Где сила — не в гневе, а в чистом огне.

Пороки вокруг — как тени на рассвете,
Но каждый рассвет — это шанса завет.
Вставай и иди, не верь пустым словам,
Ведь истинный путь — в борьбе и в огне.

Там, где мир рушится, рождается рост,
Там, где бездны — проблеск света и мост.
Дух держит путь, не свернет и не упадёт —
И этот огонь в сердце никогда не умрёт.


6. Лабиринты и Врата

Лабиринты лжи — стены из тысяч лиц,
Загнанный взгляд в тупик — не видит луча.
Врата же истины стоят за тоской,
Там — выбор острый, как клинок ножа.

Множество троп, но лишь одна ведёт
К свету в душе, где живёт свобода.
Взгляни вглубь себя — там искра горит,
И тот, кто её найдёт, станет выше народа.

Путь не для слабых, не для слепых сердец,
В нём горечь и страх — часть борьбы великой.
Но в каждом падении есть подъём и рост,
И в каждом конце — начало великое.

Смело иди — там, где ждёт огненный круг,
Сожжёт мрак сомнений и разума цепи.
Встань против бездны, пусть трещит лед и страх —
Ведёт Дух, что вечно горит в наших сердцах.


7. Испытания Пламени

Пламя горит — не сбить его водою,
Оно внутри — это свет и страсть.
Испытанья — горны, что куют душу,
Через них лишь сможет Дух вознестись.

Сжигает ложь, и разорвет оковы,
Что душили волю и мечты.
В пламени обретешь свое начало —
Свобода рождается в огне борьбы.

Нет пути без боли и потерь,
Там, где тьма, пробьется луч озаренья.
Испытай себя — стань настоящим Воином,
Кто не боится смерти, ждя возрожденья.

Пусть жжет тебя пламя, но ты не сгоришь —
Останется пепел, но будет росток.
Восстань из пепла, очистившись жаждой,
Веди за собой, как светлый огненный поток.


8. Путь Тьмы и Света

В мире две стороны — Тьма и Свет,
В каждом сердце сраженье идет.
Не избежать ни боли, ни потерь,
И в раздорах лишь сила живет.

Тьма — не просто мрак, а бездна страха,
Она пленяет ум и сковывает грудь.
Свет же — искра, что душу бережет,
Зовет идти и врага побеждать.

Ты сам творец своей судьбы,
И выбор — идти сквозь огонь или в тень.
Путь нелегок, но только в борьбе
Познаешь себя и выходишь в день.

Дух крепнет, когда падаешь вниз,
И восстаешь сильнее былого.
Свет и Тьма — два брата, два крыла,
Что держат равновесие мирозданья всего.

Пусть Тьма пугает, не отступай,
Внутри огонь — твой вечный защитник.
Свет и Тьма — путь вечной борьбы,
Где рождается смысл и великая правда.


9. Врата Перемен

За каждым шагом — тень и свет,
И выбор вечен, как вселенная.
Врата Перемен — не врата бед,
А дорога в Сердце — к истине прямая.

Страх шепчет: "Останься в темноте",
Но голос Духа зовет в полет.
Сомнения разрывают цепи —
И зреет внутри новый взлет.

Перемен не избежать никак,
Лишь смелость — ключ к их дверям замка.
Кто пойдет вперед, тот отыщет путь,
Где древний свет засияет вдруг.

В мирах теней и светлых грёз
Рождаются сны и судьбы узор.
Там, где смешались страх и любовь,
Начинается вечный новый вздох.


10. Битва сознаний

Мир не сдаётся без борьбы —
В каждом сознании бунт и взрыв.
И те, кто мраком правит, ждут,
Что свет угаснет в их плену.

Но голос разума — не тишина,
Он в каждом сердце рвётся к свету.
Нет больше места для молчанья,
Когда разрывается запрет.

Мы строим стены и мосты,
Чтоб отделить ложь и правду.
Битва идёт в умах людей —
В ней будущее и правда.

Против безумья — жёсткий взгляд,
Против лжи — прозрачный огонь.
Пусть падут все крепости лжи —
Станет сильней наш дух, сгинет сон.


11. Вызов и сопротивление

Вокруг лишь грохот вранья,
Плотина лжи рвётся, но в бой
Встают остатки духа, разума,
И цепко сжимают свой меч.

Враг идёт не на поле боя —
Он в умах, он в душах сидит.
Гадость растёт, как тёмная туча,
Но свет прорывается сквозь мрак.

Каждый, кто выбрал путь свободы,
Знает — будет много потерь.
Но легче умереть в борьбе,
Чем жить в плену — рабом без воли.

Тот, кто сдаётся, — сам себе враг,
С каждым шагом гробит свой дух.
Но те, кто встают, кто не боятся,
Прокладывают новый путь.

Нельзя сдаваться в аду лжи,
Где власть держат пустые оболочки.
Только взрыв сознания — и мир
Из пепла восстанет в огне.


12. Внутренний штурм

Внутри — война, что не видна глазами,
Но громит миры, что в душе живут.
Это битва с призраками страха,
С тенями прошлого и лжи.

Дух — вои;ин невидимый, без доспехов,
Но с мечом света, что разит мрак.
Он ломает цепи привычек,
Разрывает плен иллюзий и снов.

Страх — это змея, что душу душит,
Он плетёт паутину лжи и сомнений.
Но свет Веры — факел в ночи,
Он сжигает этот яд внутри.

Не смиряйся с оковами ума,
Что цепляет мысли и держит в плену.
Каждый вздох — это бой за свободу,
Каждый шаг — победа над собой.

Враги — не вне, они в сердце живут,
Их сила в том, что ты не знаешь их.
Но Дух — как огонь, что чистит и жжёт,
Он высекает путь к свету и правде.

Встань же, воин, и сразись с собой,
Прочь сомненья и гнетущие страхи.
В этой битве рождается вечность —
И возрождается мир внутри.


13. Пробуждение сознания

Пробудился Дух из сна-затменья,
Как птица, что рвётся в небеса.
Он видит сквозь мрак и тьму обмана,
Он рвёт цепи, ломает оковы.

Сознание — это светлая река,
Что чистит грязь, что накоплена веками.
И каждый вздох — поток обновления,
Что смывает прах заблуждений и лжи.

Но путь не прост — тернии и камни,
Что ранят ноги и руки в кровь.
И голос старых страхов, что шепчет:
«Зачем бороться? Смирись и живи».

Нет! — кричит Дух, — я рожден для свершений,
Для Света, что в огне очистит тьму.
Пусть выгорит вся скверна и пустота,
Пусть возродится вечная свобода.

В этом пробуждении — суть возрожденья,
Когда Душа становится зеркалом Света.
И мир вокруг меняется вместе с нами —
Потому что свет идёт изнутри.


14. Битва за Свет

Когда тьма приходит — не спрячешься,
Она в каждом вздохе и в каждом сне.
Но Дух, что свет несёт, не покорится,
В его груди пылает огонь огней.

Стены лжи страхом скреплены,
Но вера — молот, что камни рвёт.
Каждый шаг в борьбе — победа,
Каждый шрам — история борьбы.

Нелюди жаждут души покорить,
Забыть Свет, погрузить в туман.
Но разум не дрогнет, не сломится —
Идёт вперёд восставший Дух, с ним Человек.

Пусть горят города из страха и лжи,
Пусть рушатся маски, что скрывали зло.
В этом пламени рождается надежда —
Что Свет превзойдёт любую тьму.

И нет пути назад, лишь вперёд,
Где битва вечна, но смысл её — жизнь.
Дух свободен — и значит, побеждает,
Свет внутри — сильнее всей тьмы.


15. Внутренний Клинок

Вся война — внутри. Нет врага страшнее,
Чем тот, что скрыт в душе — невидимый враг.
Сомнения, страхи — цепи и кандалы,
Что держат в плену сознание, равно как обманы.

Но есть в тебе клинок, что светом острится,
Им разрубишь мрак и ложь внутренних теней.
Только кованный в пламени боли и борьбы,
Лишь готовый пройти сквозь огонь — он жив.

Трансформация — не ласковый сад,
Это ад, где сгорает всё лишнее.
Где каждый шаг — срыв иллюзий и масок,
Где ты — создатель себя, разрушитель теней.

Тебе не чужд разлад, тебе не в новинку
Потерять всё, что держало в плену.
Но именно там рождается свобода,
Где смерть старого рождает новое.

Взгляд внутрь — как прыжок в бездну,
Но внизу — сияние из самых глубин.
Дух пробуждается, свет загорается —
И больше нет дороги назад к тьме.


16. Пробуждение Духа — первый вздох

Пробуждение Духа — не вспышка, не миг,
А долгий восход, тяжёлый и горький свет.
Он начинается с разбитого зеркала,
Где отраженье твоё — уже не ты.

Сломаны привычки, разбиты иллюзии,
Сброшены оковы бессмысленных связей.
В этом хаосе, что кажется гибелью,
Тлеет искра — живое начало.

Она зовёт к внутреннему молчанию,
Где исчезают все шумы и голоса.
Там, в тишине, рождается понимание —
Что ты не тело, не мысль и не слова.

Ты — вибрация, сгусток света и энергии,
Пульсирующий в бескрайних просторах бытия.
И этот зов — начало великого пути,
Который ведёт тебя к своему истинному “Я”.

Но путь не лёгок — зовёт и противоречит,
Дух требует жертв, крушит старое “Я”.
Каждый шаг — испытание веры и силы,
Каждый вздох — отказ от лжи и заблуждений.


17. Встреча с Тенью — испытание внутреннего света

В тишине пробуждённой души
Всплывают тени — давние страхи,
Забытые боли, заблуждений пыль,
Что душат и рвут на части покой.

Это битва с собой — тенями и злом,
Что вросло корнями в глубины ума.
Нельзя свет открыть, не прожив тьму,
Не встретить внутри свою скорбь и страх.

Тень — не враг, но отражение —
То, что в себе ты боишься признать.
Лишь обняв её, приняв и простив,
Сможешь свет свой истинный раскрыть.

В этот час начинается подлинная сила —
Когда разрываются цепи заблуждений,
И внутренний огонь горит неугасимо,
Освещая путь к новой жизни.

Путь к свободе от оков иллюзий,
К пробуждению вечного Духа,
Где ты — уже не раб и не пленник,
А тот, кто строит себя из света.


18. Пламенеющее Сердце — огонь внутреннего пробуждения

После встречи с Тенью приходит время огня —
Пламя, что жжёт сомнения и страхи,
Очищает душу от грязи и лжи,
Делая её сосудом света и силы.

Это пламя — не потушить и не развеять,
Оно исцелит и вдохнёт жизнь новую.
Внутренний огонь — дыхание Духа,
Что оживляет древние коды сознания.

Чем ярче пылает сердце, тем ясней взгляд,
И тьма вокруг начинает отступать.
Становится слышен голос истинный —
Тот, что ведёт через бури и штормы.

Но пламя требует жертв — горит всё ложное,
Все страхи, сомнения и привязанности.
Идёт процесс трансформации — ломки старого,
Чтобы взойти к высотам нового бытия.

Здесь нет места слабости и отступлению,
Только решимость и воля к жизни.
В пламенеющем сердце рождается сила —
Сила изменить себя и мир вокруг.


19. Пределы Огня и Путь Трансценденции

Огонь пылает — но не вечен он сам по себе,
Приходит момент, когда пламя превращается в свет.
Это не просто свет физический, но сиянье духа,
Что пронзает тьму сознания и расширяет горизонты.

Пределы Огня — это рубеж боли и просветления,
Где старое горит дотла, и рождается новое.
Идти через этот рубеж — значит отпустить страх,
Принять неизвестность, перестать цепляться за иллюзии.

Трансценденция — выход за пределы самого себя,
Где разум и дух сливаются в единстве простом.
Здесь нет границ, нет времён, нет тягот материи,
Лишь чистая энергия бытия и осознания.

Путь к этому свету тернист и полон испытаний,
Но без него нет пробуждения, нет свободы.
Только пройдя через пламя и боль внутреннего шторма,
Можно найти тот свет, что горит внутри вечности.


20. Возрождение Света в Пустоте

После пепла и огня приходит тишина —
Пустота не пугает, а становится пространством.
Здесь рождается Свет — не тот, что слепит глаза,
А тонкий, как дыхание, как искра в глубине души.

Этот Свет — не просто энергия, не физика —
Это пробуждённый Дух, который видит без глаз,
Слышащий без ушей, чувствующий без тела,
Освобождённый от цепей заблуждений и теней.

В пустоте возникает новый мост — мост между мирами,
Где материальное и духовное соединяются в танце.
Это мост внутренней трансформации и свободы,
Переход в новое состояние сознания и бытия.

Но путь ещё не окончен, борьба продолжается —
Иллюзии старого мира всё ещё цепки и коварны.
Свет пробуждённого Духа — мощное оружие,
Но нужна мудрость, чтобы не потерять себя в блеске.

Возрождение — это не конец, а начало цикла,
Где каждое дыхание — шаг к полноте бытия.
В этом цикле рождается вечная жизнь внутри,
Которая не подвластна смерти и забвению.


21. Битва с Иллюзиями — Путь к Целостности

Иллюзии — как тени в сумерках ума,
Они прячутся в привычках, мыслях и страхах,
Плетут сеть лжи, чтобы удержать пленника,
В том плену — душа бьётся, жаждет освобождения.

Но истинный Дух не поддаётся обману,
Он проникает сквозь маски и фальшь,
Разрушая оковы ложных убеждений,
Открывая путь к целостности и свету.

Целостность — не просто состояние ума,
Это слияние всех частей себя воедино:
Тьмы и света, боли и радости, сомнений и веры,
Где нет раздвоения, а лишь гармония бытия.

Этот путь требует мужества и честности —
Признать слабости, страхи и ошибки,
Принять себя целиком, без масок и притворств,
Ведь только так возможно пробуждение настоящего «Я».

Битва с иллюзиями — внутренняя война,
Где каждое падение — возможность подняться выше,
Каждая рана — источник силы и прозрения,
А каждый шаг — приближение к Свету внутри.


22. Пробуждение Внутреннего Света

В глубине твоей души — пламя сокрытое,
Что не тушится ни бурями, ни ночной тьмой.
Этот Свет — не просто свет, он суть и источник,
Он — дыханье жизни, память вечной звезды.

Пробуждение — это не миг, а процесс,
Медленный огонь, что растёт через боль и борьбу.
Он выжигает иллюзии, как солнце дым,
И очищает пространство от темной пелены.

Чем чище свет — тем острее тени,
Но тени — лишь приглашение заглянуть внутрь,
Понять тьму, пробравшуюся внутрь тебя, не отвергать и не бояться,
Потому что только в единстве рождается сила.

Пусть внутренний Свет станет твоей щедростью,
Даром, что ты несёшь в этот разбитый мир.
Пусть этот свет — крик свободы, пульс вдохновения,
Что пробуждает спящих и ведёт домой.

Пусть каждый вздох, каждая мысль, каждое движение —
Будет шагом навстречу собственному Свету.
И тогда ты уже не просто раб обстоятельств —
Ты творец, воин и мудрец на пути Пробуждения.


23. Откровения Внутреннего Алмаза

Алмаз души — не просто кристалл,
А многогранник света и боли,
Где каждая грань — зеркальная сталь,
Отражающая правду и тьму воли.

Открываешь грань — и взрыв вселенной,
Резкий вздох искренности и боли.
Закрываешь — прячешься в тени,
Где страхи держат в плену и "в доле".

Но каждый луч, пробивающий мрак,
Разрывает старые оковы.
И в отражении — новый ты, не раб врак,
Вечный путь, без фальши и оков.

Не бойся резкости и хрупкости —
Это знаки пути — перехода.
Как алмаз — ты сверкаешь чистостью,
Через страдания к своей свободе.

Свет алмаза — зов к пробуждению,
К истине, что сгорает внутри.
Это бесконечное движение,
От грубой тени к Свету в груди.


24. Преображение через огонь

Пламя — не враг, а искра в груди,
Что жжёт устои и старые цепи.
Через жар и боль идёт восход,
Где дух становится цельным и свободным.

Пусть обжигает, рвёт и ломает —
Пламя очищает, сжигает ложь.
В огне исчезают страхи и отчаянье,
Остаётся только истинный голос.

Пусть пепел — не признак гибели,
А грунт для корней новой жизни.
Каждый ожог — знак возрождения,
Путь души — к неведомой вершине.

В этом огне — испытание Духа,
Призыв идти, не сворачивая с пути.
Лишь пройдя через этот огненный круг,
Ты станешь тем, кто не знает поражений.


25. Тишина в пламени

В пламени бушующем — тишина глухая,
Где шум сгорает, оставляя пустоту.
В этой пустоте рождается осознание —
Что снаружи — прах, а внутри — свет живой.

Тишина — не пустота, а глубина души,
Где растворяется эго и смирение рождается.
Здесь пробуждается истинное видение,
Прозрение, что выше слов и идей.

В тишине пламени слышен зов —
Зов к свободе от страха и лжи.
Это зов древний, но живой,
Что зовёт назад к своему Источнику.

Пусть внешне всё сгорает и рушится,
Внутри растёт непреклонная сила.
Тишина в огне — это путь домой,
Где Дух возрождается, как феникс в небе.


26. Слияние с огнём

Когда пламя в сердце горит без пощады,
И страхи сгорают, растворяясь в дыме,
Дух внимает голосу собственной правды —
И отрешается от мира лжи и темноты.

Слияние — не уничтожение, а преображение,
Где в огне очищается всё земное и бренное.
Огонь не сжигает, а возрождает вновь,
Даруя крылья для полёта в безмерность.

В этом пламени таится великая тайна —
Смерть старого “я” и рождение света.
Познаёшь, что истинная сила — не в контроле,
А в пламени, что в душе пробуждает вечность.

Сливаясь с Огнём, ты становишься Чистотой,
Превозмогая все цепи и страсти мира.
И на этой грани исчезает разлука,
Дух и Пламя — двуединство в яром порыве.


27. Огонь внутренней пустоты

В пламени духа рождается пустота,
Не пустота безжизненная, а Пространство Света.
Там исчезают формы иллюзорных теней,
Там зреет сила, что зовётся Прозреньем.

Внутри пустоты — не мрак, а бездна сияния,
Где нет места страху, и нет забвения.
Огонь не выжигает, он растворяет плен,
Разрушая старые образы и тени.

Пустота — это не конец, а начало пути,
Куда ведут взоры за грань суеты.
Здесь рождается сознание без границ,
Где Дух воссоздаётся, покидая капкан.

Познаешь пустоту — и мир обретает плоть,
Но плоть и дух уже неразделимы по сути.
Внутренняя пустота — источник живой силы,
Из которой рождается всякая жизнь и бытие.


28. Сознание без границ

Сознание без границ — не просто слово,
Не рамки ума, не тело и покров.
Это поле света, где нет преград,
Где исчезает двойственность, и растворён град.

Там мысли — не цепи, а волны и круги,
Где нет начала, нет финиша, нет муки.
В объятиях безмерности сливаются все пути,
И время теряет власть над мечтой и бытием.

Сознание — океан, где волн не счесть,
Где каждое мгновенье — как новый выстрел и весть.
Здесь нет деления на «я» и «ты»,
В единстве сплелись все души и мечты.

Это пространство — дом для Духа живого,
Где нет ни тьмы, ни света — только светлого нового.
Где каждый миг — творенье и восстание,
И мир раскрывается в бездонном сиянии.

В сознании без границ нет цепей и стен,
Там истинный покой — и вечный "плен".
Плен свободы, где ты одновременно и весь, и ничто,
Где обретает смысл, не просто слово, — а само «Я» и «Ты».


29. Безграничное сознание — танец света и тьмы

В безграничном сознании — танец света и тьмы,
Где нет начала, где нет конца — лишь бесконечный ритм.
Там свет не разрывает тьму, а сливается с ней в одно,
И грани растворяются — мир становится глубже, но не проще.

Там мысли — не рыбы в пруду, а птицы в вольном полёте,
Они взмывают в высоты, где не властны страсти и заботы.
И чувство времени — как вспышка молнии в вечной ночи,
И каждое мгновение — как дыханье Вселенной, что не умрёт.

Сознание без границ — это бесконечное поле игры,
Где сражаются тени и лучи, и рождаются миры.
Это мир без форм, без звуков, где всё — и ничто вместе,
Где нет «мне» и «тебе», где звучит лишь вечности песня.

Здесь нет страха быть забытым или потерять себя,
Потому что здесь нет «я», но есть единая игра.
И в этом море без берегов, в бесконечной глубине —
Сознание раскрывается, как цветок в светлой тишине.




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World War Three

Hot wars aren’t effective — they fail to erase,
Too few of the people depart from this place.
And the costs are annoying — too messy, too slow
For the psycho who started this genocidal show.

That ghoul of destruction, who plans our collapse,
Who dreams of our ruin, and cackles, perhaps.
A Demon, a Maniac — not men, but pure scum
He recruited as hounds, barking “kill!” at his drum.

The first step of this war: contamination —
Toxins in food as a planned operation.
The goal — generations of dumb and insane,
All trapped in illusions and drooling in pain.

For idiots die when you feed them a lie,
First scare them to panic, then kiss them goodbye.
The lie? A fake virus. The truth? Just a jab —
And the chaos is cleansed like filth from a slab.

To fuel this collapse of the world's ugly mess,
Let’s roast their poor brains with a Five-G caress.
Just "signal," they say — but the damage is clear:
You’ll cough out your lungs as it fries your last gear.

Then — chemtrails as weapons, sprayed high in the sky:
Even the strongest will choke, bleed, and die.
And “disinfection” will steam through the air —
Poison the trusting with perfumed despair.

Next — protocols for “healing,” all tweaked:
Even those who recovered — we’ll strike while they’re weak.
From old simple sickness, we'll craft a new blow —
One shot to the chest, and down they will go.

But the kingpin’s the test — it’s deceit in disguise:
You can’t kill them all without blinding their eyes.
We don’t give a damn if bananas test “hot,” —
A virus, you say? We'll say what is what.

We practiced this trick with the legend of AIDS —
Fake tests, real poison — the dead in cascades.
It forged a new Medicine, sinister-bright,
Like SS in scrubs — the same lust for the blight.

And we must place our traitors in all of the halls —
Install them in power, behind all the walls.
They search for the beasts who look human, but lack
Even hints of a soul — they smile, but attack.

They breed these vile creatures — a weapon refined,
Then push them to rise as they bribe and bind.
With rumors of virtue, they tighten the noose,
While keeping them leashed — no chance of a truce.

Demon, subhuman, and filth — that’s the trinity
Dragging the world to a slaughter divinity.
They’ve turned Earth to Hell, and the battle is lost —
We pay for our blindness. They’re counting the cost.

But the few who remain — there’s one path to embrace:
Call down the Sun’s fire — burn out this disgrace.
No matter the pain, or the fear in our chest,
Take demons with us — and give them no rest.

All subhumans will perish, and we shall return,
As Spirit awakened — let falsehoods all burn!
Death is a rumor, a trap they designed,
A lie for control — a chain for the mind.



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1.
They poison, they burn, they inject us with lies —
Then mourn the “deceased” with dead, plastic eyes.

2.
A jab, a lie, a Five-G beam —
Welcome, fool, to the butcher’s dream.

3.
The Demon smiles — the cattle kneel.
Their death is called “the greater heal.”

4.
Call down the fire, no mercy, no pause —
Burn down the beast with its venomous laws.

5.
The final war is waged through screens —
With syringes, freaks, and toxic genes.



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The Human Malfunction

A few crude parts in a rigid routine —
That’s the machine of this world, obscene.
We glimpse it all in a flash of light —
In moments of Truth. And They are the Might.

The driving force? Some hollow themes,
That shape this circus of walking dreams.
Hell, it seems, is the global plan —
Or a madhouse ruled by the idiot clan.

"You're just a body" — that's the key.
Scare them enough — and the world bows to thee.
This filthy beast has played this game
Till the Earth itself forgot its name.

Images empty, choices thin,
Stupid thoughts spinning within.
While anxiety rips through every soul —
The beast fights dirty — that's its role.

Same stupid thoughts — like a looped cassette,
Repeat till the brain’s a soaking net.
And so the "hard worker" rules by dread —
Running from truths that scream in his head.

Clutter your mind with mindless grime —
Escape the thought of your measured time,
Of the filthy larva that sets your fate —
And thus, the child learns to obey hate.

And grown-up kids — they march in hell,
Proud little scouts, taught to rebel
Against themselves by school and job,
While the zombie-screen begins to throb.

The worst of all weapons in this vile range
Is the one that makes good minds deranged.
You'll get no truth — just sly deceit
From demons smiling in your seat.

It's all fake thoughts and scattered lies,
A whirl of shards before your eyes.
The mad kaleidoscope never stops —
The filth spins faster till reason drops.

Schizophrenia. Dumbed-down brains.
The system runs on toxic chains.
Food is poisoned — so they erode
Faster and cleaner. Just give it a load.

Fake science paints this plastic realm,
With devils high upon the helm.
And Spirit erased from the master's frame —
The world became a latrine of shame.

For morons they built their holy fraud —
Religion absurd, insulting God.
Official chains on Spirit’s neck —
It’s nearly killed in this mental wreck.

Lies rule here — lies are grace,
They’re sold as progress in your face.
But Hell, not "spiritual trial", is this —
Few survive such an abyss.

“Smart” folks tinker with dead ideas,
Shifting blame to fake frontiers.
The beast must always redirect
To new scapegoats — that’s the trick.

It rules through splits, through made-up foes,
It plants division and reaps our woes.
It aims to rot the Spirit’s root —
And if we sleep — it bears no fruit.

So step outside this loop of pain.
Go inward first — through fire and strain.
Only with Truth can these plagues be healed —
The coming battle has not been sealed.

The beast is the enemy. Search for the key
To wipe this horror from all we see.
If all were in Spirit — it wouldn’t be hard.
Strengthen the Spirit. Stand on guard.



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1.
You're not a soul — just meat, they preach.
Then sell you fear. Then pull the switch.

2.
Lies spin fast in the circus of pain.
The beast calls that “a human brain.”

3.
Truth is the weapon. Spirit — the shield.
Without that fire, the world must yield.



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"Ideologies" — So-Called

These filthy “ideologies” we’re fed,
Were born from Satan’s twisted head.
They rule dumb flocks with puppet strings —
All nations fake — all fascist things.

There is a center. One dark hive,
Where every “ism” comes alive.
Their main agenda, through and through:
To castrate Souls — erase the True.

To do that, “knowledge” must be chained,
And fake “science” globally ingrained.
The Holy Spirit — gagged and torn,
The sacred gap now grows forlorn

Between what’s real — the Spirit’s flame,
And this fake world — a shadow-game.
Evil wins without one blade —
Just press of lies — and truth will fade.

Next step? Invent a newspeak tongue:
“We’re slaves to words,” said Marx once young.
It storms the mind — a brutal blast —
Until the Purest Flame won’t last.

Then numbers, metrics, “facts” galore —
Ram them down throats forevermore.
Their verbal circus, cold and sly,
Becomes the blade we live and die.

Charts, equations, pseudo-claims —
A flood of shit in data frames.
With just one gang, the world they choke —
Each “country” just a running joke.

Divide the masses, turn them wild —
Each “ideology” defiled.
They feed the mob with myths and slime —
Just whispered suggestions dressed as “mind.”

Language itself is their device,
If all foundations melt like ice.
You are a Soul — a willful breath —
Forget that truth, you march to death.

Round and round in the wheel you spin —
The system grinds your blood and skin.
Two worlds as one — both crush and flay,
Till you’re a beast with thought stripped away.

School’s been crafted by this plague —
A killing belt for soul and spark.
They mask it all with laughs and gags,
And myths of “errors” in the dark.

The worms dig deep, they drain your core,
Then toss your husk onto the floor.
And husks walk proud, with zeal they serve
The super-slavery they preserve.

The lies grow louder — now complete.
They flood the ears with sewer heat.
Only one force runs this domain —
Infernal Rule, and devil’s chain.

If you were yourself, you’d hear your soul —
Its call, its fire, would take control.
But lies infect the spirit’s well,
With “holy” chains that smell like Hell.

From speech-reality to virtual void —
One step. Then all that's true destroyed.
And with it dies what can't be typed —
That deeper channel, wordless, wiped.

This war is final — total burn.
It’s raging now. It's your turn.
Break from this beast’s degrading mold —
Stand up, resist, and fight — be bold!



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1.
They rape your mind with "noble goals" —
While slaughtering your inner Soul.

2.
Fake “truth,” fake “words,” fake “schools,” fake “light” —
The Beast calls all that “human right.”

3.
The final war is not with steel —
They kill your Spirit — make you kneel.

4.
One language, one lie, one global cage —
And you're the product of their rage.

5.
The Soul they neuter, truth they gut —
Then praise you for obeying shut.



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The Kingdom of Twisted Mirrors

A world distorted, a camp designed
To cage the soul and chain the mind —
A trap without the cheese or grace,
That holds us ‘til the end of days.

This Camp is ruled by subtle chains,
By sticky lies and ghostly pains.
Betrayal blooms, and filth is king —
They’ll kill you cheap for anything.

Their “education” trains you to kneel,
It kills your fire, breaks your will.
Fake science poisons thought and eye —
The soulless fool believes the lie.

They teach you “theories” masked as fact,
While faith is warped and truth attacked.
Religion turned to sabotage —
A bombing run on Spirit's charge.

The press? It screams distorted news,
Half-baked, hysteric, soaked in ooze.
It strengthens this unholy lie
And stokes up fear until we fry.

Propaganda’s foul, insane —
To keep the flock forever lame.
They steal the last of human joy
By feeding fear — their favorite ploy.

Politics? A rotten play.
The “opposition” feeds the fray
From the same trough as those in charge —
Who wins the vote? A circus march.

“Survival modes” are pre-designed,
Imposed like “laws” to numb the mind.
This social stress destroys the nerves,
Then blames the soul it never serves.

Nonsense floods in every stream —
You flail and drown inside the dream.
The monsters rule this foul terrain,
Where every hour oozes pain.

They need to coat your life in fear,
Until your light just disappears.
You slowly rot — a lifeless clod —
And call that ash heap “life” or “God.”

Violence? Just backup fuel
To keep the slaves forever cruel.
But most obey — their minds are shit,
And ruled by fear they won't admit.

For those who rise — the bright, the brave —
There’s force to crush and dig their grave.
Their efforts lost, their fire dimmed —
The slave’s been wired to stay unlinked.

No rebel now can build the tool
To overthrow this fascist rule.
All thought has dulled, the lights grow faint —
The minds are weak, the wills too quaint.

Degradation’s everywhere —
The wise are rare, stripped raw and bare.
Corruption reigns. The Spirit’s gone.
And traitors multiply at dawn.

Yet sellouts thrive in every hole —
Like whores of every filthy role.
And thinner grows that sacred thread
Of Souls not bought, not wholly dead.

A human is a will, a flame —
Not some obedient, hamstered shame.
But lunatics don’t feel the cage,
They spin inside it, drunk with rage.

Survival, fear — that’s for the vile.
It doesn’t suit the thinking style.
So the agenda, all refined,
Is crafting freaks from humankind.

This Camp turned Madhouse, soaked in blood —
The genocide left scars and mud.
Now Sodom walks through shattered doors —
Collapse complete. The final score.

This all belongs in History’s Pit —
In fire, in trash — just burn the shit.
No mercy left, no hope, no balm —
Just rot, decay, and toxic calm.

The Sun itself will stoke this flame —
The fire is coming — set to maim.
And fifty years ago, Some One
Pressed a dark switch and said: “We’re done.”



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1.
No cheese. Just chains.
And fear injected into brains.

2.
Truth is dead. The freaks applaud.
The madhouse crowned itself as God.

3.
They sell you fear, then sell your soul —
And call that process "civil goal."

4.
Education kills the spark.
Religion strikes the Spirit dark.

5.
Camp. Madhouse. Sodom. Flame.
One twisted system — same old game.



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1.
This ain’t a world — it’s a camp in disguise.
With walls made of lies and barbed-wire skies.

2.
No fences needed when minds are caged —
The Camp runs smooth, well-trained, enraged.

3.
They called it “life,” but built a cell —
And filled it with the tools of Hell.

4.
Work. Obey. Forget your name.
This is the Camp. This is the game.

5.
The map says “freedom,” the ground says “grave.”
It’s a prison in flesh — not a land for the brave.

6.
It ends not with chains, but a gentle smile —
The Camp is polite… and built to defile.

7.
A needle, a screen, and a scripted cheer —
The guards now laugh — and call it “care.”



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Survival

The main rule now is “survival” —
Through cowering, screened removal.
A contest rages in this sphere —
How to shove their filth in your ear.

How to dumb down your own herd,
To drive the Soul from its own bird.
They want subhumans — beasts that feed,
And bow to every filthy deed.

They scheme with countless tricks and lies,
Where memes replace all truths and skies.
Memes — a virus of the mind,
That eats your Spirit — leaves you blind.

Whole hordes of freaks create this slime,
They breed the mad, align the crime.
They turn us all into the herd,
To feed at troughs with silent word.

And you can kill with lies like these —
The "pandemic" showed how to seize.
Easy to kill with deceit's spear,
When every fool’s a pioneer.

The box that screams — believe it all!
Obey! Surrender! Take the fall!
The beasts then count their poison cheap —
With venom sown, the herd will sleep.

Inject the dumb with poison sweet,
Frighten with memes — they’ll bow, repeat.
They’ll gobble madness, neat and clean,
The virus of the psychotic scene.

You must invent a “problem” then,
And spread it fast among the men.
Then combat memes will hunt and kill —
To crush the minds, to break the will.

Because these beasts are all so base,
You’ll sink to that primitive place.
The wise will choke, resist, and spurn —
Into this universal burn.

A Hell for Mind and Spirit both —
This global mess, a poisoned growth.
Sold-out whores breed endless cries —
Their psychovirus multiplies.

Soon drowned in noise and endless roar,
The world becomes that Hell once more.
This stench of lies, this rotten breath —
No barriers strong enough to death.

The point of no return is crossed —
The fascists grind us down and lost.
They drag the world into the mud,
With claws that tear, with jaws that flood.

.................
.................

But those who do not yield or break,
Their souls alive — for freedom’s sake —
Shall face the fiery, blazing gale
Of Sun’s hot wrath — the final hail.



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1.
They dumb us down, inject the lie —
Our spirits choke, but won’t comply.

2.
Memes and poison flood the brain —
The beast rules through fear and pain.

3.
Survival’s just a mask for chains —
A hell of lies that burns our veins.

4.
But those who fight, who won’t submit —
Will face the Sun’s last fiery hit.



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1.
When lies consume and shadows reign,
The final fire cleanses pain.

2.
From ash and smoke, the truth will rise —
A blazing storm against all lies.

3.
The Sun’s fierce wrath will scorch the night,
And burn away the death and blight.

4.
No cage survives the fiery flood —
The Spirit rises from the blood.



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Sandboxes

Slaves assigned to sandboxes,
Busy day and night — no rest.
Building castles out of sand,
Lost in futile, empty quests.

For their castles, paper pays —
Worthless scraps for health exchanged.
Yet the slave believes the trade —
“A fair exchange,” his mind arranged.

From childhood dumb and hungry —
The cross of generations’ grief.
Much more filth invades his brain —
The slave just feeds on false belief.

He loves his handouts most of all —
Cheap tricks, two-in-one deceit.
Two-in-one is crap and slime —
His diet’s been that crap to eat.

All is poisoned — food and drink,
Spirit crushed, mind locked away.
But instead of fight, he moans and shrinks —
Year by year, decay holds sway.

He envies only dumbed-down beasts,
Who sold their souls for scraps so thin.
And built a hellish, filthy mess —
A prison tight to trap us in.

For only madness will hold fast
This shattered world in cement cast.
The slave will fuel the insane feast —
Thus reigns the plague that won’t cease.

The wise few left must understand —
In sandbox waits the final sting.
Unite your strength, make your stand —
The final hour’s on the wing.



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1.
Slaves build castles made of sand,
Trading health for worthless hand.

2.
Poisoned food, a poisoned mind —
Trapped in madness, blind and blind.

3.
Madness binds the broken world,
While slaves’ bleak fate is slowly twirled.

4.
Last call’s coming — break the chain,
Or drown forever in the pain.



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1.
Hell’s prison built on lies and sand,
Where slaves are shackled, chained by hand.

2.
Trapped inside this fiery cell,
A living hell — a private hell.

3.
They forged the cage from pain and greed,
A hellish trap where none are freed.

4.
In this damn pit, the lost remain —
Forever bound in Hell’s domain.


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The Path

"Someone spotted fruit unripe, unripe,
Shook the tree — it fell, it fell...
Here’s a song of one who failed to ripe,
Who had a voice but did not tell."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "Interrupted Flight," 1973


Don’t pity yourself — not once, not ever.
Seek Freedom’s Path; all else is never.
Though few remain — dull herds that roam —
We’ll break free from this beastly dome.

Fate here is trap and tangled strife,
You’re often lone — despair is rife.
Good efforts wasted, works undone —
This world’s a sewer — filth’s the sum.

That filth, disguised as “wisdom’s peak,”
Leads only to decline, so bleak.
Nature’s patience long since fled,
And God abandoned this foul shed.

Choose always paths where you resist the Evil,
In struggle, something’s won, no mere upheaval.
No effort wasted where the Fire burns —
The Spirit never from the Flame returns.

Strengthen your Spirit — fortresses rise
Where beasts can’t breach, no weak disguise.
That scum’s all base, devoid of soul,
Only Spirit rules the cosmic whole.

Develop intellect — reject all lies.
Mountains of deceit before your eyes.
Test all you hear — don’t carry crosses blind —
Slaves bear burdens; free souls free their mind.

Slaves bear crosses, but Spirit’s lead
Lights up the one bright path ahead.
Though traitors swarm — vile beastly throng —
Stay far from them; they do no wrong.

Trust always your intuition’s call,
For mind without it is weak and small.
With it, destroy all fears and lies —
Intuition’s message Spirit supplies.

Find comrades wise and spiritually sound —
Others are dead, no life is found.
Diminish ego, or else you’ll see
Alone we’re weak, but joined we’re free.

There’s nothing here to praise, not even you —
This Hell incarnate — shame and filth in view.
So join the fight — last stand is near,
While Spirit’s flame burns bright and clear.

This battle’s not a brute assault,
No mindless charge or violent fault.
Seek out a way where Spirit’s might
Strikes with precision — sharp and light.

Let blows be subtle, not brute force —
Sharpen all skills for war’s harsh course.
You’re no weakling — Spirit makes you giant —
Cowards spin as hamsters, compliant.

Victory will be ours to claim,
When best unite to burn this flame.
The years of slavery disappear,
You’ll rise no longer bound by fear.



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1.
Don’t bow to fate, don’t waste your breath —
Fight for your Spirit, fight to death.

2.
The herd is dumb, the world is Hell —
Break chains, escape this cursed cell.

3.
Trust your gut — the mind alone
Is weak and lost, abandoned, thrown.

4.
The fight’s not brute, but sharp and true —
Spirit strikes — and cuts right through.

5.
Victory waits where brave unite —
To burn the years of slave’s night.



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Pre-Thoughts

Tastes and morals —
Like pre-thoughts —
Are poisons brewed:
The mind they rot.

And everything imposed —
Your own thoughts few and thin:
A dulled, obedient world —
No spark, no fire within.

So mind is sick and failing here —
If you don’t think alone,
You’ll need a “guru” to believe,
A master set in stone.

These “gurus” mass-produced,
Like lies they shove and sell.
Thus soullessness and filth abound —
Earth turned into Hell.

Morality’s a falsehood —
Slavery’s patience, all the rules.
Tastes imposed by ruling scum —
Desires trapped like hamsters’ fools.

Dumbing down’s the beastmen’s goal —
Trust nothing, that’s the creed.
Consumption’s sickness, lies abound —
Fascism feeds their greed.

Learn once more to think with courage,
Intuition’s path is true.
Though hardships pile like mountains vast —
At first, the world’s askew.

Strengthen Spirit — you’re Essence pure.
Forget all that you’ve known since youth.
All here is poisoned — even “need,”
And teachers? Dumb fools speaking untruth.



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Shipwreck

"That day the captain was called ‘you’ —
The skipper matched the young in skill,
Straightening backs and tearing binds,
Mad sailors raged along the hill."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "Ballad of the Abandoned Ship," 1970

No captain here, but beasts in crew —
Exceptions rare in this foul fleet.
They won’t stand tall, won’t heal the wounds —
All lies, like drunks in vile defeat.

No minds remain — the dumbness storm
Has snapped the fragile “roofs” away.
Our ship leans hard — it’s nearly lost,
And rats among us run astray.

No sight of shores where free men dwell —
Ships run on fear and lies alone.
The whip’s the food that rulers sell,
Their power’s meal on grinding stone.

Those happy days have fled for good,
When purpose drove our every move.
Now lone we sail the raging flood —
The sea’s name is Decay’s dark groove.

We curse the weather, fate, and chance,
Distracted from our fatal role.
If so — soon all will lose the dance —
Like lambs, we march toward the knoll.

We lie as one, enabling vile,
Betraying all for empty gain.
We serve the horned Goat’s cruel smile,
And kill our souls to feed his reign.

Forgotten are the roots, the core:
You’re not a slave, but Spirit bright.
Like lambs to slaughter, goats implore —
Is this our bitter, woeful plight?

We cannot unite — just endless moan,
Our second name: the dirge, the groan.
In brains a fog, one blank erasure —
We’ve long since lost our own true nature.

The icons of dark Satanism
Are everywhere — the signs reveal.
On money’s cross we’re crucified —
False promises conceal the deal.

We teach our kids to lie with grace,
Kill sparks of talent in their eyes.
We fill their minds with mirage’s face —
A galley’s chain beneath the skies.

The worthy here are hunted beasts —
We kill them all without remorse.
If sensitive, count down your lease —
Few live long on this dark course.

Few leave a blazing, lasting trace,
That helps the next who’ll walk the line.
In seas of lies and deep disgrace,
A faint trail fades beyond all time.

No miracle will lift us up,
No gentle tide will bring us peace.
We’ve long ceased being ourselves —
Decay’s vast sea will never cease.

If seas of shame and filth prevail,
Poseidon brings the final wreck.
The Earth itself stands ‘gainst us all —
Decay has driven her to check.

So comes the “End of History” near —
For sins we all will pay the price.
Plain words say: disaster’s clear —
We’ve all been fools — and paid the price.



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1.
No captain leads — just beasts on board,
A sinking ship, a world ignored.

2.
We lie and serve the horned Goat’s reign,
Our souls sold out, consumed by pain.

3.
Decay rules seas and Earth alike —
The end is near, the final strike.

4.
Few leave a spark, most fade to dust —
In lies and filth, betray our trust.

5.
The truth is drowned by lies and shame —
We’re all to blame, we fuel the flame.



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Defoliants

Chemical war’s long hailed a friend —
“Safe,” “harmless,” science claims again.
A simple mask for harm to blend —
No danger here, no cause for pain!

Leaves burn away, then vanish fast —
A poison gone in just a flash.
This science wise? No fool can trust —
The traitors lie, the scum still clash.

And women bear no children now —
The foes spin lies, their twisted play.
But “ours” don’t kill — they vow somehow
To guard our health, come what may.

They guard our health, this great charade —
Fake viruses spread like smoke.
The “scholars” justify the raid —
The villains hooked on lies they spoke.

No chemical bombs we need today —
Just fools and lies will do the job.
“Health protection” is their play —
Hybrid war with a deadly mob.

We’ll kill them all with “health” and care —
A twisted fate beyond compare.



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1.
Chemical war’s a clean disguise —
They poison with their masked lies.

2.
No bombs needed, just false “care,”
Health kills silent everywhere.

3.
Lies breed death in hybrid fight —
Truth’s the spark, ignite the night.

4.
Fools believe the science lies,
While poison spreads and freedom dies.



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The Ache of Withering in This “World”

The ache of withering in this “world,”
If even just a spark of mind,
Grows wider every year it’s hurled —
And grinds your spirit down, confined.

The soul’s slow murder is the madness,
Where all together rot and fade.
Add biting sarcasm’s gladness —
And press the body in the shade.

Add sensitivity — then hell
Will grip you in this cursed place:
No skin beneath the Moloch’s spell,
Wish foes to stay — eternal disgrace.

No trial worse than that awaits,
Hard to invent in hell’s domain.
Though hell, as always, tortures, hates —
Multiplies the madness’ reign.

The foes are thick-skinned beasts, heartless,
For long they’ve played their wicked part.
They spread their filth so artlessly,
You’ll float like logs — deadwood in dark.

And logs surround us everywhere —
In forests, life and light abound.
But in this mad and cursed snare,
The thinner you — the more you’re bound.

By madmen’s logs that crush your soul
Till all your sanity is spent.
Among the logs, the worst control —
The Judas ones — they wait, hell-bent.

Betrayal’s now a paid routine,
Corruption’s like the grains of sand.
Among the logs — the fools and fiends —
Despair will surely kill your stand.

Despair breeds sickness, drunkenness,
Depression, death — best learn it fast,
So fewer fall into the mess,
Less sacrifice the Fates will cast.

If fewer fall, your Spirit grows —
Creative fire will light the way —
Till you don’t fall to slaughter’s throes
And vanish with the crowd’s decay.

So many ways to kill the soul —
The simplest trick’s just murder’s blade.
In this hell where Satan plays God’s role,
Since childhood we in rot are laid.

Fight and create — this sole escape,
To save your soul from hell’s cruel hand.
And one day God will call the tape,
When Sun will burn out every strand.

The cleansing, firing, testing flame —
That’s what awaits us all ahead.
Spirit is measure, hope, and aim —
Walk only Spirit’s path instead.

Before they kill us in the pens,
Where shame and world’s disgrace conspire,
Where lies and fear, like deadly dens,
Make sickness rule with cruel fire.

The ache of withering in this “world” —
Is dread if sickness seems so slight.
A paper target in a field
Of evil attacks day and night.



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1.
The world decays, the spirit dies,
A paper target ‘neath dark skies.

2.
Despair breeds rot, the soul’s slow kill,
In madness trapped, we bend our will.

3.
Logs crush the weak, the Judas waits,
While evil rules and seals our fates.

4.
Fight, create — or drown in hell,
Only Spirit can break the spell.



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1.
This cursed world’s a rotting pit —
Your soul’s the prey, they’ll crush and split.

2.
Judas logs will grind you down,
In this hell where fools all drown.

3.
Despair is poison, death’s slow friend —
Resist or perish in the end.

4.
Madness rules — the spirit’s chains,
Break free, or drown in endless pains.



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The Path

The old world’s ended — now ahead,
A hellish camp of pain and dread.
Few roads remain for fighters true,
So many traps await your view.

You must grasp all this fiery Hell,
And seek the way to break its spell.
Long ruled by vile, inhuman scum —
A way to fight must then become.

—
We all must unite, build from scratch,
A world anew, no strings to catch.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—

The world’s fascism crushes lice,
History shows its ruthless vice.
Cast off your apathy, your shame —
Only honor, reason, claim.

Expose the lies, tear off the mask,
Reveal the pus where shadows bask.
Spread truth wherever you have breath —
This fight is one that beats back death.

—
The bitter truth’s bright torch must burn,
From ashes, build and then return.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—

Create new ways, new clans to rise,
Of reason’s last survivors wise.
No fascist fiend can kill them all,
If ideas break the wicked’s thrall.

Autonomy — the core, the key,
To starve the fiends’ corruption spree.
The sprouts of freedom will emerge,
And bloodless wars the scum will purge.

—
In clans united, we shall stand,
And build a world from virgin land.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—

Freedom’s above all else we prize —
Without it, life’s a hollow guise.
We must protect its fragile seed,
And nurture every vital need.

Then from the ground, we build again —
The only way to break the chain.
The old world’s noose tight ‘round the neck —
But Sovereigns’ will cannot be wrecked.

—
We must become Sovereigns all,
And from the ruins build the wall.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—

So let us rise and build our fate —
Foundations strong for triumph great!
The devils’ feast will break apart,
And cesspools dry of poison’s art.



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The Path

The old world’s dead — ahead, a hellish cage,
A death camp looming, fueled by hate and rage.
Few roads remain for those who dare to fight,
A twisted maze of shadows, pain, and blight.

You must confront this Hell that’s ruled by fiends,
Find weapons sharp to tear apart their schemes.
Long tyrants spat their poison, cold and vile —
It’s time to strike and shatter all their guile.

—
Unite, rise up! Build all from scratch again!
No more weak causes, no more silent pain.
You’ll rot like vermin if you play it safe —
The worm’s fate waits for those who fear the grave.
—

Worldwide fascists stomp like cruel machines,
History’s blood-soaked pages paint their scenes.
Shake off the numbness, rage and take your stand —
With honor, reason blazing in your hand.

Expose their lies, tear open festering sores,
Spread truth like fire through their rotten floors.
This fight is urgent — no more wasted breath —
Stand fierce, stand strong, fight back against your death.

—
Carry the torch of bitter, blazing truth!
Build new worlds from ashes, reclaim your youth!
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—

Create new clans — strongholds for minds unchained,
Where fascist scum and vipers won’t remain.
Autonomy’s the weapon we will wield,
To starve their hunger, make their towers yield.

Freedom’s seedlings rise through scorched, cracked ground,
Bloodless battle cries will shake their hounds.
—
Together in clans we’ll stand, unbreakable,
From virgin soil, rise fierce and capable.
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—

Freedom’s our crown, our last and greatest prize —
Without it, all is hollow, dead disguise.
Protect its flame, defend it with your soul —
Or face the dark abyss of lost control.

From rubble’s grave, we’ll build anew, reborn,
Break every chain, face down the coming storm.
The old world’s noose strangles the weak and blind —
But Sovereigns’ wills will shatter and unwind.

—
We must become the Sovereigns, fierce and proud,
Raise up our voices, strong and clear and loud.
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—

Rise up, unite! Construct our fate with fire,
Foundations strong, forged in the rage of ire!
The devil’s feast will crumble and decay —
The cesspools burn — their poison swept away.



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The Path

Old world’s dead — death camp’s all that’s left,
Fight or rot as vermin, stripped and cleft.
Sovereigns rise — no chains, no lies, no shame,
Burn their cesspools down — ignite the flame!



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To Nowhere...

Here’s the first — the only king,
All the rest? Just flies that cling.
Golden mean’s not meant for us —
No good cause to pause or fuss.

Walk your path — no one awaits,
Step on heads — that’s how it’s made.
Boldness rules, the brazen sham —
Only gutsy scum can cram.

Nature? We don’t give a damn —
No mother here, just ruthless land.
A field to fight, collect your state,
No mercy waits — it’s all too late.

Big shot in this filthy town,
First foul beast with crooked crown.
All the middling crawl in slime,
Drowned and soaked in grime and crime.

No first place — that means you’re lost,
Nerves are tight, the stakes are tossed.
Grab the biggest chunk and fight,
General’s way — crush left and right.

Smaller bite? Then you’re the pawn,
Step aside, your time is gone.
Feet are wiped upon your face,
You’re a dog without a place.

Mammon’s god, his grip is tight,
World’s for sinners, dark as night.
Lower scum must bite and scratch,
No respect for pomp and batch.

"True books" men? We don’t comply —
Trash them, burn, and say goodbye.
Only scraps on garbage piles,
Aggression is our style.

First in line to get the blow —
Universe’s harshest show.
Thinking’s lost amid attacks,
Dust you’ll gather on your tracks.

Half a century past the dawn,
Energy beams fired on.
Into sun, trembling freak —
Sun grows fierce year after week.

Cows don’t fart that blazing heat,
When it burns, no trick or cheat.
No guns, gold, power, or "first" —
You’re the biggest fool, accursed.

All the canned beasts — dust and rust,
Crumbled to ash, and turned to dust.
A new pure world will rise above,
Where Hell is gone — but not the shove.

Too many turned to foul disease,
Lost their souls, no chance to please.
Servile dogs in final age,
Dragging out this cursed stage.

Spirit life will come at last,
Only few will stand steadfast.
Scum returns to hell anew —
If the path leads only through —

To Nowhere...



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To Nowhere

One king rules, the rest are flies,
In this world of fools and lies.
Step on heads — no time to care,
Only brazen scum get there.

Nature’s just a ruthless stage,
No mother, only rage.
Grind the weak beneath your heel,
Only madness here is real.

Fools fight over scraps and dust,
Power fades — betray your trust.
Sun burns hotter, time runs out —
All your guns will fail, no doubt.

Canned beasts turn to ash and smoke,
New world born from all this choke.
Few will rise when Hell is done —
Spirit wins, the fight is won.

Scum returns to burning flame,
If the path’s to nowhere — shame.



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To Nowhere

Here reigns but one true king —
The rest are flies that crawl and sting.
No middle ground for us to find,
No pause, no cause to stay behind.

Step on heads, crush, and climb,
The brazen scum will rule this time.
Nature’s not a gentle mother,
Just battlegrounds and states of bother.

The first lad of the village, foul and mean,
Commands a “land” of sludge unseen.
No strength, no honor — just the fight
For scraps in darkness, out of sight.

If you grasp the largest slice,
You’re general cold, no mercy twice.
Small pieces mean you’re cast away,
Trampled, scorned, a dog’s dismay.

Mammon reigns as chief god here,
This world’s not fit for those sincere.
The scum below will bite and crawl,
And “true” bookworms — we’ll shun them all.

Aggression, brashness — all we’ve got,
The weakest trapped, forever caught.
Our world’s a target — chaos rife,
No peace or quiet in this life.

Gather ashes, bury deep —
This fight is death, no soul to keep.
The Spirit, Mind — cast out, dismissed,
Lost beneath the endless mist.

A spark was sent half-century past,
Into the Sun’s core burning fast.
The Sun grows fiercer every year —
No gun, no wealth will save you here.

You’re just a fool, first of your kind,
A canned beast trapped inside his mind.
All will crumble into dust,
A new world rises from the rust.

Though harsh and cruel, it must be so —
No place here for the rotten foe.
Too many scum have lost their grace,
Just dogs left to end the race.

Only few will walk the light,
When Hell gives way to Spirit’s might.
The scum returns to flame and pain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — shame.



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To Nowhere

Only one king here rules the throne,
The rest are flies, just flesh and bone.
No golden mean, no room to rest,
Step on heads — only the brash are blessed.

Nature’s no mother, just the pit,
A ruthless game — no room to quit.
The village king, a filthy rat,
Rules the dump — and that is that.

No spine to straighten, no wounds to heal,
Just drunk on lies, all fake and real.
Our ship’s sinking, rats run wild,
No shores for the free, just fools and exiles.

It’s all a fight for scraps and power,
Mammon’s gods run every hour.
True souls cast out, left to rot,
This cesspool world — a living blot.

Bite the hand above you, fight the chains,
No “holy books” — just filthy stains.
Only trash thrives in this abyss,
The strong get crushed, the weak dismiss.

Aggression’s law, the only way,
Soft ones caught and thrown away.
Ashes gather, burial’s near,
Spirit lost to endless fear.

A spark shot straight to the burning sun,
Half a century — and still not done.
The sun’s a furnace, burning fast,
No gun, no gold — your time won’t last.

You’re fool supreme, canned and sealed,
Destined for dust, your fate revealed.
A new pure world will rise in fire,
Scum cast out — no more liar.

Only few will cross that light,
The rest condemned to endless night.
Scum returns to Hell’s domain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — pain.



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To Nowhere

Only one king commands this hell,
The rest just flies in endless hell.
No golden middle — none, no cause,
Step on heads — only shameless claws.

Nature’s no mother, just a pit,
A ruthless game where none shall quit.
Village king — a stinking rat,
Rules the filth, and that is that.

No spine to straighten, wounds ignored,
Drowned in lies, the truth’s deplored.
Our ship sinks fast, rats flee the deck,
No free shores left, just chains and wreck.

Scraps and power — all they fight for,
Mammon’s gods demand much more.
True souls discarded, left to rot,
This cesspool world — a putrid blot.

Bite the higher hand that feeds,
Holy books? Just lies and weeds.
Only trash survives this pit,
Strong get crushed, the weak submit.

Aggression’s law, the only way,
Soft ones caught, then thrown away.
Ashes pile, the end is near,
Spirit lost to endless fear.

A spark shot straight to burning sun,
Half a century — the race’s run.
Sun’s a furnace, blazing high,
No gun, no gold, just doomed to die.

You’re fool supreme, canned and sealed,
Fated for dust, your fate revealed.
A new pure world will rise in flame,
Scum cast out — no room for shame.

Only few will cross that light,
The rest condemned to endless night.
Scum returns to Hell’s domain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — pain.



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The Idiotic Foundations of Society’s Rot

The idiotic roots of this society’s decay:
Violence, lies from internet trash heaps’ spray;
Factories built to break and rearrange
The minds of slaves — “education” breeds the strange.

Artificial woes — constant worry grown,
As if beneath each step an explosive’s sown.
No life remains — just endless dread and fear,
Where terror rules and sanity’s unclear.

For frightened mice, foul poison slips with ease,
Disguised as cures, designed to displease.
False crises fuel the tyrant’s game,
Binding chains of slavery through evil’s name.

Ignorance made science, endlessly refined —
To study how to keep the slave confined,
How to weaken minds, dumb down the whole,
And crush the spirit, enslave the soul.

Research institutes of ruin work non-stop,
Where demons rule, and Satan’s on top.
Their whores parade as nation’s pride,
While truth is crushed and justice died.

The vile parasites reap power and pay,
They crown their puppets, puppets obey.
The devil’s servants fill the halls,
The world descends into darkness’ falls.

The Overton Window — their slow-cook trap,
Boiling frogs with water’s cold slap.
Result: beasts and scum, not men remain,
Ready to devour all that’s sane.

For those who think, for minds sharp and bright,
There’s prisons, asylums, dead of night.
Only lies and chaos get their spin,
The link to Spirit cut clean within.

The wise and good now count but few,
And many fall ‘cause horror grew.
They see the rot, the plague, the blight,
And no longer wait for dawn’s light.

But this worldwide leper’s house will burn,
This plague of madness we must spurn.
For Mind and Spirit bring true pain
To those who hold them — Hell to drain.



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Into the Vastness

Poems fly out into space,
Everything else is just trash —
Vanity, pride, and false face,
With little fire to flash.

If you tailor words for the crowd,
Will readers truly hear?
They’ll lie through verse so loud —
Truth’s rare, and sharpness feared.

To praise a crooked lie’s the law,
“Love” the hollow song.
Slaves can’t love — and that’s the flaw,
The masses singing wrong.

When you bring alarm and rage,
Success won’t come your way.
Only few see past the cage,
When madness rules the day.

The sold-out fools defend their lies,
Dumbed by poison “truth,”
Their knowledge fake, their spirit dies,
A ruin in its youth.

If you strike at this deceit,
Your verse must cut and bite.
No asking for applause or sweet
Attention in the fight.

Don’t trust, don’t whine, don’t fear,
Nor plead for sympathy.
Cleanse your mind with blood and sear
The verse’s energy.

A filthy devil sits on high —
No justice in his court.
Poems sent to space? Or why
Dig trenches for the thought?

Most write only shameless drivel —
“Love” rotting in the pit,
Becoming nonsense, lies that swivel
To madness, full and lit.

Poems fly... perhaps to hell,
Another damned domain.
I do not grieve nor dwell,
I smash the filth and stain.

Again the beast crucifies,
Spewing nonsense to the herd.
A new poem now will rise —
I don’t care, no word.

Whether crushed or praised by fools,
Art has its twisted ways.
If you don’t rage against their rules,
Your days are dull malaise.

Waste your time in futile toil,
But find a spark to guide.
In this brutal world’s turmoil,
Truth’s a flame inside.

A grain of truth is triumph’s key,
Half-truths breed the fiends.
Worse than liars craft the spree —
Poisons in the streams.

Soon this earth’s a hellish place,
Sent back to dust and fire.
The sun will burn the vile disgrace,
Consume all the mire.

So sold-out voices mean no more,
False pride blocks the mind.
Let your poem bravely soar —
No limits, no confines.

Fly on, poem. No matter where
Your flight may find its rest.
If you reach the bold who dare —
You’ll never be suppressed.



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The Deadly Storm of Pseudo-Science Lies

I studied math — a proof I made,
So now I watch with wary eyes
The deadly storm where falsehoods braid:
The flood of pseudo-science lies.

They pay their “scholars” fat rewards —
Not for the light of truth’s embrace.
Instead, they push fake worlds to hordes,
A nagging, endless, toxic chase.

The dull charade that kills the mind,
Forgets the Spirit, tortures Soul —
Madness “gifted” by the blind,
A circus with a deadly role.

Pseudo-science casts its spells,
Like shamans clumsy and untrained.
“Science proved it!” everyone yells —
In fake lands, fools remain chained.

But proofs they claim so brazenly
Are lies, a cruel mockery.
The gullible believe so easily,
Blind to the fraud’s perversity.

A shining example, the “sheep virus,”
Madness pushed to the brink.
From “science” comes just mental circus,
Sarcasm’s lost, it cannot think.

Manipulating common mind —
The goal of all this false pretense.
A race to trap all humankind,
And strand the world on ignorance.

These “tech” that kill the Soul within,
Destroy the Earth from core to rim.
Like lice upon a rotting skin,
Humans scratch, but Earth is grim.

And lice can be burned away,
If Earth’s own wisdom wakes to fight.
The sun’s fierce fire will have its way —
And humans burn like moths in light.

Is Earth’s own Consciousness in lies?
No place for truth in this foul game.
These selling fiends with practiced ties,
Are trained to lie without shame.

Is man a Spirit, pure and free,
Or just flesh’s tiny part?
No, only petty tasks you see —
A slave who begs with empty heart.

Believe in none, re-learn the whole,
The world anew, with Spirit’s guide.
Planned dulling of the global soul —
“Science” serves the dark’s dark side.

The forces at the Sun and Earth,
Lift worlds to Spirit’s higher plane.
The Sun will burn corruption’s girth,
Lice consumed, pure truth will reign.

Discard the false god science made —
It leads to hell with lies and rot.
Multiply your Spirit’s aid —
Escape this stench before it’s got.



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The Crushing Storm of Pseudo-Science Lies

I cracked the code — a theorem proved,
Now watch the plague that blinds the mind:
A lethal flood of lies, unmoved,
By truth — just poison intertwined.

They pay these “scientists” in heaps,
Not for wisdom’s piercing light,
But for spinning fake-ass heaps
Of nonsense forced on us — outright.

A circus dull, that kills the soul,
Forgot the Spirit, crushed the Mind.
Madness stamped as “truth” — their goal,
A plague for fools, mankind confined.

Pseudo-shamans chant their spells,
Dumb frauds wrapped in lab coats’ lies.
“Science proved it!” — cult that sells
Its poison to gullible eyes.

Their “proofs” are lies, grotesque frauds,
Mockery wrapped in fake degrees.
The gullible lap up these clods —
Blind slaves to manufactured disease.

The sheep-virus — peak of crap,
Madness pushed beyond all bounds.
Science? Just a mind collapse,
Sarcasm drowned beneath the sounds.

They puppeteer our common sense —
Their goal: to trap and drag us down,
A race to wreck the whole damn fence,
To drag the world through filth and drown.

Their “technology” kills the soul,
Poisons Earth’s body, scars the land.
Humans swarm like lice control,
Sucking life with filthy hands.

But lice can burn when Earth awakes,
The sun ignites a cleansing fire.
When heat is real, the falsehood breaks,
Humans die — mere moths in pyre.

Earth’s true Consciousness crushed by lies?
No room for truth in hell’s domain.
These sellout bastards wear disguise,
Spewing lies that choke and chain.

Man’s a Spirit? Hell no — just meat,
A slave to crumbs, dumb and betrayed.
The petty tasks that keep you beat —
Begging scraps as life decayed.

Don’t trust a thing, relearn your world,
Awake your Spirit, fight the plague.
This mass dumb-down’s been tightly twirled —
“Science” serves the devil’s plague.

The cosmic forces, sun and Earth,
Will raise us to the Spirit’s throne.
The sun will scorch corruption’s girth —
Burn lice to ash, restore the known.

Trash the science idol false —
It drags us down to hell’s abyss.
Only Spirit’s strength repels
This stench and rot — salvation’s kiss.



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The Ruinous Gale of Pseudo-Science Lies

I studied math, theorems proved,
Yet watch this storm that blinds all thought —
A gale of lies from falsehoods moved,
Where truth is drowned and reason caught.

They pay these “scientists” in coins,
Not for the light of true insight,
But for a world of crafted loins,
Where falsehood reigns and darkens sight.

A theater of soulless acts,
Where spirit’s flame is smothered deep.
Madness wears the guise of facts,
And drags the soul into its keep.

Pseudo-shamans cast their spells,
Clad in robes of fake renown,
Claiming truths as worn-out shells,
While wisdom’s voice is crushed and drowned.

The proofs they parade — mere sham,
A brazen mockery on display.
Yet man, so prone to flimsy scam,
Gives credence to their foul play.

The sheep-virus of lies evolved,
Madness pushed beyond all bounds.
“Science” here — a mind dissolved,
Sarcasm silenced by the sounds.

They manipulate collective mind —
Their purpose: bind us in their chain,
A contest cruel and so unkind,
To sink the world in endless pain.

Their “progress” kills the very soul,
Pollutes the earth, defiles the air.
Humanity reduced to roles
Of lice, ignored and stripped bare.

But Earth is not a silent slave,
Her consciousness will soon arise,
The sun will burn away the grave —
And purify the false disguise.

Is there a place for truth in lies?
No room within this shattered sphere.
These hired liars wear thin guise,
Their deception bred in fear.

Is man a spirit or mere flesh,
A pawn to crumbs, dumb and confined?
The petty tasks, the endless mesh —
Of slaves to gifts that dull the mind.

Reject all lies, reclaim your sight,
Awaken spirit, seek the true.
Though darkness dims the fading light,
The path remains for those who do.

The cosmic pulse that beats in suns,
Will lift us from this mortal cage.
The fire burns where falsehood runs,
A cleansing blaze to end the age.

Cast down the idols falsely crowned,
Lest you be dragged to hell’s domain.
Only spirit’s strength is found,
To break the chains and heal the pain.



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The Devouring Gale of False Science

I traced the threads of logic’s weave,
Proved truths that time cannot undo—
Yet see this tempest minds deceive,
A gale of lies that blinds what’s true.

These “scholars” paid in empty gold,
Not for the flame of insight’s light,
But to weave webs, dark and cold,
And cloak the world in endless night.

A theater of soulless screams,
Where spirit’s breath is crushed to dust,
Madness cloaked in science’s dreams,
Chains forged from fear, deceit, and rust.

False prophets chant their hollow spells,
Sorcerers of sham and guise,
Claiming knowledge — but darkness dwells
Behind the mask of their disguise.

Their proofs—a cruel and artful lie,
Mocking reason, scorned and torn,
While gullible souls comply,
Feeding lies till hope is worn.

A viral plague of sheep and shame,
Where madness spreads unchecked and wild.
“Science” here, a hollow name,
A poison subtle and reviled.

They bend the mind’s collective core,
To forge a cage from fear and pain,
A game to drag us evermore
Into a void devoid of gain.

Their “progress” kills the soul’s deep seed,
Pollutes the earth, suffocates the air.
Humanity, a crawling breed,
Like lice that multiply in despair.

But Earth itself, a living soul,
Will rise in fire to purge the blight,
The sun’s fierce heart will sear and roll,
Burning falsehood into light.

Is there truth left within this lie?
No sacred place within this tomb.
Deceivers reign beneath the sky,
Their reign a veil of endless gloom.

Is man a spark of spirit’s flame,
Or slave to crumbs that numb and bind?
A puppet lost in mortal shame,
Drowned in gifts that dull the mind.

Awake! Reject the poisoned stream,
Reclaim the light that’s truly yours.
Though shadows smother every dream,
The spirit’s path endures, endures.

The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Will lift us from this cage of clay.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The spirit finds its sovereign way.

Cast down false idols crowned in lies,
Lest you be dragged to hell’s abyss.
Only the soul that dares to rise
Can break these chains and reclaim bliss.



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The Devouring Gale of False Science

I traced the sacred lines of thought,
Unveiled the truths that time begets—
Yet now the world is caught, distraught,
In lies that bind like tightening nets.

These “scientists,” bought and sold,
Not seekers of the Light within,
But merchants of a darkness cold,
Spreading falsehoods, seeds of sin.

A theatre where souls are crushed,
Where Spirit’s breath is torn away,
Madness dressed in reason’s brush,
Chains forged in deceit and clay.

False priests chant arcane incantations,
Sorcerers with empty hands,
Claiming science as salvation—
Yet they sow the blackest strands.

Their proofs are cruel blasphemy,
A mockery of mortal minds.
Blind devotion breeds the plague,
And reason withers, lost, confined.

A viral herd of soulless sheep,
Madness roaring unchecked and wild.
False science digs a grave too deep,
The poisoned chalice, bitter and defiled.

They warp the minds of all mankind,
A cage constructed out of dread.
The soul’s bright flame, they seek to bind,
And drown in lies the path ahead.

Their progress kills the sacred spark,
Poisons earth, corrupts the sky.
Humans crawl, blind in the dark,
Like lice on corpses, doomed to die.

But Earth—she holds a living fire,
A core that burns with truth’s fierce breath,
The sun will rise with purging pyre,
To burn the lies and wake from death.

Is there a soul within this lie?
A temple in this house of shame?
Deceivers reign beneath the sky,
But Spirit’s light remains aflame.

Is man a mere machine of flesh,
Or Spirit’s child, divine and free?
Or just a slave to hollow flesh,
Dulled by gifts that blind and bleed?

Awake! Break free from chains that bind,
Reclaim the sacred spark inside.
Though shadows crawl and tempests blind,
The Spirit’s path shall still abide.

The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Will lift us from this mortal hell.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The soul will rise, it will rebel.

Cast down the idols forged in lies,
Lest you be dragged to endless night.
Only the soul that dares to rise
Can shatter chains and claim the Light.

So fight, reclaim your inner throne,
Beyond the veil of lies and scorn.
For in that flame you stand alone—
Yet from that flame, a world is born.



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The Devouring Gale of False Science

I traced the sacred lines of thought,
Unveiled the truths that time begets—
Yet now the world is caught, distraught,
In lies that bind like tightening nets.

False prophets clad in shadows’ veil,
Mouthpieces of the void’s cold breath—
Their science is a cursed grail,
A chalice brimming with slow death.

These “scientists,” by darkness led,
Are sorcerers of the abyss,
Whispering to the living dead,
Selling souls in silent hiss.

A theatre of broken minds,
Where Spirit’s flame is doused and chained,
Madness dances, fate unkind,
On thrones of ashes, crowned and stained.

They weave their spells with twisted tongues,
Incantations forged in lies,
As ancient cosmic song is wrung
To birth the serpent’s cruel disguise.

Their proofs—a mockery profane,
Veils hiding the abyss below.
The faithful drink the venomed bane,
Blind shepherds led where shadows grow.

A viral herd, a plague of thought,
Madness roaring unchecked and wild.
False science crafts the abyssal plot,
The poison chalice, bitter and defiled.

They warp the mind’s eternal light,
Forge cages from despair and dread,
Bind the soul in endless night,
Where hope is drowned, and spirit bled.

Their progress feeds on sacred flame,
Poisons earth, defiles the sky,
Humanity, lost in the game,
Like lice on corpses doomed to die.

Yet deep beneath the darkened veil,
A primal fire still burns bright—
The sun, a forge beyond the pale,
Will purge the shadows with its light.

Is there a soul behind the mask?
A beacon in this house of shame?
Though deceivers weave their task,
The Spirit’s flame remains untamed.

Are we but dust and fleeting breath,
Or children of eternal fire?
Slaves of flesh, resigned to death,
Or bearers of the soul’s desire?

Awake! Break chains that bind your core,
Reclaim the sacred spark within.
Through storms, through darkness evermore,
The Spirit’s path will still begin.

The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Draw us from the void’s deep hell.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The soul will rise, will break the spell.

Cast down the idols forged in lies,
Lest darkness drag you to its lair.
Only souls who dare to rise
Can shatter night and claim the air.

So fight—the battle’s spirit-thrall—
Beyond the veil, beyond the scorn.
From that pure flame, a new world calls,
Born in the fire, reborn, reborn.



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The Infernal Gale of False Science

I sought the sacred geometry of thought,
Unveiling Truth’s eternal flame—
Yet here the world is darkly caught,
By serpents cloaked in Science’s name.

False priests of Void, the shadowed choir,
Invoke the abyss with whispered lies,
Their alchemy—corruption’s fire—
A chalice brimmed with soul’s demise.

They weave black spells with poisoned breath,
The shaman’s mask on blinded eyes.
Each “proof” a lie that dances death,
While spirit’s sacred flame denies.

The cosmos mourns in silent grief,
The Dance of Light turned into scorn.
Madness reigns beyond belief,
On thrones where ashes crown the torn.

They bind the mind with chains unseen,
Incantations of decay—
And drown the Spirit’s vital sheen
In shadows cast by falsehood’s sway.

A viral plague of empty thought,
Madness roars its bitter cry.
The abyss with poison wrought,
Beneath the sun’s eternal sky.

They desecrate the sacred earth,
Defile the heavens’ radiant gold.
Humanity, bereft of worth,
Like lice on corpses, weak and cold.

Yet deeper than the darkest night,
The primal fire still burns within—
The Sun, the Great Awakening Light,
Will cleanse the false, destroy the sin.

Is there a soul beneath the dust?
A spark to pierce this veil of pain?
Or slaves to flesh, consumed by rust,
Bound tight within the liar’s chain?

Awake, O child of ancient fire!
Break free the cage that dims your sight.
Through shadowed realms and hellish pyre,
The Spirit calls to endless light.

The cosmic pulse, the starry breath,
Draws forth from darkness, from the fall.
Through death, through chaos, through the death—
The soul will rise beyond the thrall.

Tear down the idols forged in lies,
False gods of flesh and empty dreams.
Only those who dare to rise
Can pierce the night with sacred beams.

The ancient Guardians of the Flame,
Watch from realms beyond the veil.
Their silent wisdom calls your name,
To walk the path where Truth prevails.

The Phoenix rises from the ash,
The Dragon sleeps within your core.
Through trials dark and cosmic clash,
Your Spirit soars forevermore.

So fight—the battle is within—
A war of shadows, fire, and light.
From depths below to heights unseen,
Born in the sacred eternal fight.







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The Rapid Fall of Rashism

The vile ones strike Kharkiv again —
Hit the dorms, the towers, the heat.
The RuZZian swarm is drunk on disdain,
But doom crawls in on stealthy feet.

That Pootin, the dwarf full of lies,
With his doubles and rotten parade,
Sent a horde off to slaughter — surprise! —
Just more widows for mass cannonade.

Fools will rot in the soil they defile —
There’s no glory, no righteous fate.
“Poor conscripts,” some say with a sigh...
No! They’re traitors who marched with hate.

Their own land's been crushed by a boot,
By fascists in power — it bleeds!
They should fight for their roots and their truth —
Not commit filthy war crimes and deeds.

The vile ones strike Kharkiv again.
Where are “Nazis”? In power plants, right?!
Let the battlefield settle the claim —
Rashism will drown in the light.



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They bomb the weak — and boast with pride.
But Death’s already on their side.
Rashism’s hour ticks away —
And Hell prepares a grand buffet.



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Fascism

A fascist regime —
A monkey’s wet dream.
The scum rages loud —
Where Reason is cowed.
No lower to fall —
It’s Hell’s very maw.
The idiots reign,
Their nature — pure pain.
And evil’s parade
Becomes the “new grade.”

Is that what you sought?
You waited for what?!
Kept silent, half-dead,
Let lies rot your head.
Your soul’s in your heel,
You forgot how to feel.
The liars, the beasts —
Their falsehoods don’t cease.
To be honest? A fight.
To be wise? Full of fright.
To stare at this plague
Demands nerve, not vague.
But truth has its cost —
Responses get lost,
Or sneak 'neath the skin —
Corruption within.

Then search for a door —
From Hell’s filthy core.
For mind's decomposition
Leads straight to perdition:
To beasts, to submission.



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When reason is slain and the liars rejoice —
The beast is unleashed, and silence — your choice.
Want out of this hell? Then sharpen your voice.
Or rot with the herd, without will, without voice.



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Execution

Collective Pootin — the plague,
Cops and doctors turned thugs.
All this filth — the whole brigade —
Drives one mad with rage and shrugs.

But this “people”? They’re not brave —
Just submissive, beaten down.
Those who rise are sent to graves,
While brute force still wears the crown.

Only loss upon the field
Can restore a shred of grace.
Till then, in decay they yield —
Rotting in a sunless place.

Can’t endure this filth and fear —
Pootin, cops, their soulless games.
This is not a life — it’s clear:
EXECUTION cloaked in names,
Turning humans into swine,
Step by step — by grand design.



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It's not a life — it's slow damnation,
A beast parade, a fake "nation".
To rise, they need a war’s defeat —
Or rot beneath Pootin’s deceit.



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The Kremlin Scum

The Kremlin scum — so vile, so loud —
Mocks the beaten, broken crowd.
Filth on high, and down below —
Half the land’s a madman show.

First — the fake disease parade,
Then — the war, its next charade.
Now the country hits the floor —
Rot, collapse, and nothing more.

It’s them — the scum — or those who bleed.
There’s no third path, no noble creed.
If you bow and call it “fate,” —
You're helping monsters seal the state.



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The scum still rules, the herd still crawls —
Through lies and war their empire sprawls.
No hope remains while cowards kneel —
Just rot and chains, and “make it real.”



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Censorship

The "free world" sinks in censorship —
Like filth within a clogged-up drain.
Thick fascist skin — can't take a slip,
Even thought now brings them pain.

A war is raging in the mind,
But Reason’s last stronghold has died.
They dumb us down, they’ve redefined
What’s “sacred” — hollow faith and lies.

Fake virtue floods the public square,
While chains grow tighter on the soul.
True knowledge? Banned. No one dares care —
Just junk that sweetens mind control.

No filter for the mindless trash,
But truth gets gagged without regret.
No art remains — just plastic flash,
And sugar-coated brain-debt.

So seek the answers all alone —
Let sharpness be your inner guide.
This world’s a swamp of fear and drone,
Where chaos rots the soul inside.



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They ban the truth, but feed you lies —
Sweet poison dressed in moral guise.
So think — or rot beneath the weight
Of fear, control, and fake debate.



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The Sacred Glue

Obedience — the sacred glue.
All else is mocked, dismissed as fake:
Like honor, truth — outdated too,
In this dumb world the tyrants make.

Their “sacred realm” is off the chart —
A madhouse for the brain-dead mass.
The stench of lies infects the heart,
It’s piled so deep you cannot pass.

No way to climb out from the dump —
Just rot beneath the filth and fog…
Or get detained by beasts who hunt —
The cops, the jailers, savage dogs.

They drag you off to war or cell
If you resist their sacred chain.
The “glue” is just a prison shell
For dimwits who embrace the pain.

To think is now a deadly sin
Inside this world of chains and screams.
Their “glue” — no meaning lies within.
It’s Hell for fools who live on dreams.



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“Sacred glue” of state? Obey —
Or cops will drag your soul away.
No truth, no honor — just decay,
And herds of fools who call it “way.”



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FuckYandex and Googlecrap

FuckYandex, Googlecrap — for the fascist crimes
They must be tried with the Putler slime.
Censorship’s rule is far worse than Nazism:
With poisoned minds, it's easy to kill ’em.

Their bot-boys will “rate” every line you write,
Scan every comment — or bug it at night.
It’s torture by silence, by bans, by distortion —
LIES! now rule Earth like a sick perversion.

That’s why FuckYandex and all their spawn,
From lowliest clerk to the top-level pawn,
Are complicit in war — in all that’s been done.
They sell us fake words — and Truth? There is none.

The price they demand? Your freedom, your mind.
Your soul in a cage they gladly will bind.
FuckYandex’s pit — the higher you climb,
The more you shovel: war, plagues, and crime.

For the top — a bullet. For the rest — a cell.
And they all helped build this digital hell.



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Censorship kills — it sharpens the knife.
Google and Yandex? Co-authors of strife.
They traded the truth for profit and pride —
So jail every bot and let justice decide.



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The Maestro

A piston ride from Hell to Hell —
This engine roars, it never sleeps.
The longer in it you dwell —
The deeper into filth it seeps.

"Progress"? Just a blot and stain.
No Reason left — just tricks and flair.
Putler's bluff sets the refrain,
A double, too — his hollow stare...

Like mastodons, once strong, extinct,
Truth's bones lie buried in the grime.
Now size means lies, not what you think —
And truth is punished as a crime.

Today’s “maestro”? Brazen fraud —
With horns that grow, if not in flesh.
He lies with confidence, not awe —
And that’s the mark of modern “best.”



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The modern “great” is proud to bluff,
His lies are bold, his tone is tough.
From Hell to Hell we ride this path —
Where truth is lost, and gods just laugh.



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Kinda Hell

A screen-made diva —
Then came the “fever.”
Next — monsters rise,
Sharp-tongued with lies.

The diva’s now gone,
Just fake going on.
Fake states, fake names —
And fascist games.

They’ll fake a famine,
Bring frost and cannon.
A lovely war
To lie some more.

Goodwill’s erased,
The world’s disgraced.
Bye, diva, fake spell —
Now welcome to Kinda Hell.



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Fake queens and fear — then war and fire.
They sell us doom, dressed in desire.
The mask is off, the lies all fell —
What’s left is shit. And kinda Hell.



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Sociopaths and Degenerates

A hyper-charged
sociopath —
Crawled from the dark
with twisted wrath.

The psycho freak,
the heartless brute —
They run the world,
while the mute,
the dumbed-down herd,
serve on their plate —
A feast of fools
the beasts call fate.

And what’s a feast?
It means: devour.
Degenerates?
They bloom each hour.
The table’s set — the ghouls don’t rest,
There’s endless meat
for endless pests.



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The freaks now rule, the weak obey —
They feed the beasts and fade away.
A world devoured by soulless rats —
Run by psychos and sociopaths.



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Arrival and Struggle

Dragging “forward,”
“Hoping for best.”
Arrival — chaos,
No place to rest.

Surrounded tight
From every side.
Like wolves? No — the dog’s
Decay inside.



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Crawling ahead with hope so thin,
But chaos waits where we begin.
Surrounded, torn — no peace, no throne —
Decay’s the dog, and we’re alone.



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The Idiots


Idiots,
Existence —
They’ve pissed it all away.
“My own life” —
Nothing but decay,
Dirt, fear, forgetful sway.
And harvest —
Food to prey —
Almost gone... Oh, damn, the fray.



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Idiots lost what life could be,
Just rot, fear, and obscurity.
The harvest eaten, none remains —
Their world dissolves in filth and chains.



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Dyrkin

Girkin —
Holes —
Wants to patch them with meat.
Doesn’t care —
Kill more to repeat.
To hell with the cost,
The whole Kremlin will hang at the last post.



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Patch holes with blood, he calls the shots,
Killing more — ignoring costs.
But in the end, the traitors’ fate —
The noose awaits at freedom’s gate.



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Search Cage — Googlecrap, FuckYandex, and the Rest

Censorship and propaganda —
Nothing more than “search engine” drama.
A startup gang, a worm inside,
That spreads and digs where truths must hide.

It generalizes simple things,
Creates illusions, false beginnings.
Pretends there’s search — but lets decay
All that triggers get swept away.

A “trigger” flags the banned, the banned,
Hides problems, silences the stand.
Excludes, deletes, or sinks it deep —
So no forbidden thought can creep.

“Economic cattle” — prime example.
Research galore, but too much sample
Is banned for old-school pioneers —
Too vile, too harsh for their ears.

So all your queries get reduced
To freak shows in this twisted noose.
Only safe answers come around —
Fed by fools who ask unsound.



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They censor truth and bury thought,
Their “search” a trap, with lies well wrought.
Ask wrong, you’re lost inside their cage —
A grotesque, rigged digital stage.



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The Steamroller

Across the land, a steamroller rides —
A beast that crushes all it finds.
Submission’s crown, the scum’s success,
Where fools and liars rule the mess.

They press with fear, with greed, with lies,
A darkness thick as endless skies.
All turns to dust beneath their reign,
The bastards grow more bold again.

A darkness built of traitors’ breath,
Fascism’s shadow, death by death.
Forgetfulness and hopeless cries —
Satan’s hand that rules and lies.

It rots and twists both flesh and bone —
But break the gears, and shake the throne.
The Earth will tremble, blaze the night,
The sun will scorch fascist blight.

With slavery’s chains destroyed at last,
The masters fall — their era passed.
No more to turn the free to beasts —
No more to feed the slaves’ cruel feast.



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The steamroller crushes lies and fear,
But break its gears — the end is near.
The sun will burn fascist flame —
And free the world from tyrant’s shame.



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Fascism Cubed

There was the sheep virus,
Now war’s on stage.
Reason takes a hit,
Evil’s cubed in rage.

Souls are the price —
Why cube, you ask?
Hunger grows sharp,
As that oak grows cracked.

A slave-born breed,
Enduring all pain.
Like a flood that sweeps,
Evil breaks the chain.

There was the sheep virus,
Now war’s the game.
Brains are blown out —
Truth’s cheap, with no name.



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Sheep once infected, now war’s the rule —
Reason crushed, evil’s triple fuel.
Slaves endure while darkness thrives —
The price is souls, the cost: our lives.



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Fascist Cops

We sow no seeds, build no lands —
We serve as dogs for Kremlin bands.
Armed with fascist ranks and fear,
Cowards crawling, vile and queer.

They strike at students, old and frail —
“Cosmonauts” with brutal hail.
Monsters serving filthy power,
No care for curses in this hour.

Fascism crumbles, history shows —
The fallen reap what evil sows.
The ones who brought the world such pain
Are met with justice, clear and plain.

Punishment fits crimes so dark —
The ice beneath these scum will crack.
Retribution comes in time —
The end of tyranny’s cold crime.



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Fascist dogs with coward’s bite,
Crushing youth and old alike.
History will make them pay —
Ice grows thin beneath their sway.



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The Human Edge

There’s a limit to patience —
The edge of a man’s soul.
Cross it — corruption’s
The spirit’s cruel toll.

Decay of the mind
Will surely follow.
The soul’s final fall —
A hollowed shadow.

Satanic filth will rise
To stand before us.
Slave patience ends —
They’ll turn to beasts among us.



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Patience breaks — corruption spreads,
Minds decay, and souls lie dead.
Satan’s filth will claim the day —
When slaves become the beasts’ prey.



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...It Creepily Approached

Doom crept up soft and slow —
Critical thought erased,
Sticky fear began to grow,
Long submission traced.

A broken fool emerged —
Logic gone, soul shrunk tight.
Personality diverged,
Fading out of sight.

Decay goes on its way,
Till man dissolves in lies.
Resistance crushed to clay —
Gone, under darkened skies.

Soon slavish beasts appear,
Ready for anything grim.
Brainless creatures ruled by fear,
Lost in endless dim.

And obedient vermin herd
Are driven to the kill.
War and filth — the deadly word,
Burning all with will.



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Doom sneaks in, thought fades to dust,
Man dissolves in lies and rust.
Slaves become the beast’s own prey —
Burned and lost along the way.



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First Ones

“Someone’s gone off to a contest in Varna,
While I’m stuck just a block away.
‘Come on, girls!’ ‘Come on, boys!’
They all rush first — it’s madness at play!”
— Vladimir Vysotsky


“Come on, boys” — now locked in the doghouse —
Filthy cops and the prosecutor’s fangs.
“Come on, girls!” at the station's dark corners,
Selling bodies for Kremlin’s gang.

Today, the first is a thief of the worst kind,
Others just grime fit for slaughter’s hand.
A bucket of filth — you have to devour:
That’s fascist war’s vile command.

A few stand firm — the fighters alone.
They’re the last — all pushed down below!
More often they bathe in blood unknown,
While one stinking pile claims the show.



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The first are thieves and whores alike,
While few resist the creeping strike.
Blood stains the last who stand their ground —
As filth and lies keep spreading ‘round.



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Disposal of Bio-Waste

Bio-waste disposer —
Now disputed honor stands
For the Armed Forces’ fight.
Scum’s forced to crawl from orcish lands.

A normal man won’t bomb or kill
Kids on highways as they ride.
Scoundrels all! They’ll pay the bill —
Justice soon will turn the tide.

A decent soul won’t shell the homes
Of neighbors, hospitals, or towers,
Driven mad by fascist drones,
And lies that poison peaceful hours.

All the fascist “iron tongues”
Spew their lies and sow the strife.
But the Forces will burn their scum —
In Bucha, fury’s come to life.



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Bio-waste dragged to meet their fate,
Scum who bomb and desecrate.
Lies may roar, but truth will rise —
Justice burns in angry eyes.



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Cops, or The Whip and the Carrot

Twist the screws — everywhere, always —
To please the masters’ cruel game.
Keep the people bound in haze,
The whip’s for those who bear the shame.

But better still — the carrot’s sweet —
Cops get treats by their own code.
Not enough for all to eat —
Some must bear the heavy load.



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The whip cracks down, the carrot’s given —
To keep the crowd subdued, driven.
Not all get sweets; some take the pain —
The cruel game goes on again.



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Death to the Rot!

Propagandists to the wall —
The only way to break
The world’s dark prison hall,
This nightmare we must shake.

These fiends feed lies nonstop,
Bold lies that grow and spread.
To let the chaos drop —
Multiply their poison spread.

The sheep virus, plain and clear —
Just lies and lies again.
A mindless flock, gripped by fear,
Junk fills their brains like rain.

The world’s become a madhouse now:
Just howls, and howls, and howls.
Cunning liars take their bow —
Then lead us to the slaughter.

Propagandists to the wall,
Fascists all to the noose.
No mercy for their crawl —
Death to rot — the sole excuse!



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To the wall, the liars go,
Their lies bred pain and woe.
Fascists fall beneath the rod —
Death to rot, the cleansing sword.



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Putler and Hitler

Putler seeks to fulfill
Hitler’s vile plan.
A weak twin — no skill —
What can come from such a man?

Gray bastards stand behind,
They’ll shit themselves in fear.
No jokes now — the time’s aligned —
To purge the fascist smear.

They’ll hunt them down, all scum,
And justice will be served.
But those faces, full of glum,
Lie, and lie, and swerve.

Only here has Hitler
Been truly surpassed.
But lies won’t save from final
Shots fired fast.

Delirium and chaos spread,
The people torn apart.
Super-lies have done their dread —
Freedom’s fire burns their heart.



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Putler’s plan is Hitler’s clone,
A weakling ruling from a throne.
Lies won’t save the fascist breed —
Justice comes with final deed.



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Super-Duper

Super-ego,
Super-greys,
Super-mice —
That’s the craze!
Mice are many,
Brave ones few,
Truth is softer
In Evil’s view.



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Super-ego, super-grey,
Super-mice that fade away.
Truth is quiet, courage small —
In the world where evils call.



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Putler’s Speeches

Mad speeches by the caudillo,
Compiled from Hitler, Goebbels’ scroll.
Kremlin’s roofs all spring a leak —
While sheep are duller than Teutonic folk.

History repeats as farce,
Madness wildly overflows.
The god of war once wore Mars’ scars —
Now Set rules, whose madness grows.



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Putler rants in twisted play,
Echoes of dark Nazi ways.
Madness grows, the past returns —
As war’s dark flame still fiercely burns.



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Let There Be Light?

"Let there be light!" said the old electrician,
And cut the wires with cold precision.
Common folk are just like trash,
In darkness herds keep moving fast.

And growing still this veil of night —
A rising tide of blind despite.
They’ll teach you only filth and lies:
Believe in Evil — then you die.

False religions cloak their sin,
Satan’s mask worn thin within.
False science plants its rotten trees,
Spreading cretinism with ease.

The “tree of knowledge” — all a lie,
Material hell where spirits die.
The fool cries, “Don’t touch my gain!
I gladly serve this twisted reign.”

To multiply “knowledge” when
The Pure Spirit’s wiped from ken —
Breeds only ignorance, and breeds
A flock of Satan’s cursed seeds.

Find your primal, sacred face,
Given before ignorance’s place.
And never yield, nor bow, nor fall —
Or else you lose your soul and all.



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Nonsense Questions and False Answers

To sort it all on shelves,
To prune it all quite small —
What stops them? Scoundrels lie,
Deceiving one and all.

So-called simplification —
Is worse than theft outright.
Excluding Spirit’s essence —
Denies the core of light.

They crave one single truth —
A fool’s dull final score.
Evil’s many tasks —
Stupidity their core.

To kill the Spirit too —
Just another scheme:
Become a dung-fly’s slave —
Your own executioner’s dream.

If you believe their lies,
Submit to Evil’s call,
You open gates to Satan,
The Horned One’s dark hall.

Falsehood’s vast dominion —
A school for this they build.
Consciousness trampled down —
False answers all fulfilled.

No questions left to ask,
Yet answers stand prepared —
From verbal diarrhea
Comes damage undeclared.

This world, they say, depends
Not on us or our minds.
If brains have gone to mush,
Emotions are their binds.

Fumes and miasmas spread —
A global haze of lies.
All’s gone mad in this world —
Ill minds wear the disguise.

The whole world now’s a target,
Held hostage by deceit.
Step out of line — they’ll shoot —
Their aim cold, sharp, and fleet.

So “unchanging” postulates —
Are but a web of lies.
The sun, a raging force,
Destroys their dark disguise.

Darkness miscalculated —
Light grows beyond their law.
Burning every stump —
Their reign will meet its flaw.

Reason works, like Earth,
Clearing madness from the land.
Insane must leave this world —
Like lice at Earth’s command.

False “laws” built on lies —
This crooked, lying sphere,
For fools and loudmouths alike —
The end of lies is near.

The time of burning’s come —
Beyond deceitful schemes.
Spirit’s decay ends now —
And justice follows dreams.



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Nonsense questions, false replies,
Lies that blind and truth that dies.
Light breaks through the darkest night —
Justice comes to end the blight.



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Bread, Spectacles, and… Incantations

Here reign the INCANTATIONS,
The trigger for the dogs’ reactions.
“Attention!” — and straight in line,
All march dumb in dull decline.

Enough experience to see —
You’re trapped inside a hellish spree.
Like test rabbits, we’re all caught,
But rabbits sane, at least, have thought.

The madness vast, if summed and weighed,
Consciousness here’s a beastly shade.
Animal minds rule the day —
Nearly all lost their way.

Don’t listen, don’t respond,
Seek answers deep and far beyond.
Register thoughts, but stay composed —
No twitching saves you from exposed.

It saves your mind and your awareness,
Reactions keep you chained in madness.
Spirit tortured, trapped on hooks,
Escape is light, if you unhook.

Clear your Reason of the heaps
Of brazen lies — poisoned heaps.
The “school’s” aim is all too plain —
To dull the minds and dull the brain.

To sink the spark of the Creator,
Pollute the minds to feed the traitor.
But calling terror by its name
Is banned — they twist the terms and shame.

Where “civilization” howls, beware!
Sharp ears catch the counterfeit air.
Under masks of “good and right,”
Lies and evil cloak their blight.

These are the games they always play
In worlds of “wise” fools led astray,
Where fiends spew lies with cunning skill,
The base of “sound ideas” they kill.

So all “revolutions” fake,
“Reforms” just chains that bind and break.
Constitutions, empty cheer —
Distractions for a duller sphere.

That “bread” is poisoned, shows the state,
And “spectacles” for fools await.
Yet fools devour with eager greed —
Their lies send them to death’s stampede.

And at the core — the incantations,
The master of the fog’s creations.
Awareness minimal, so why
Do fiends hold power, rule, and lie?

Expand your consciousness each day,
Multiply your spirit’s ray.
Or else you’re just a sheep for slaughter,
Or vegetable — their twisted fodder.

Their poisoned crop won’t grace a show:
They’ll burn, trample, feed it low.
The harvest all is tainted, dead —
Consumed by vermin, lies instead.



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Incantations start the flow,
Lies that chain the mind below.
Grow your spirit, break the cage —
Or fall to darkness, slave of rage.



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Ceilings

The ceiling presses heavy on your head —
This burden’s always hanging near.
And people soft as molten lead —
That’s why the misery is here.

That ceiling — false “knowledge” forced inside,
Pushed hard into your mind’s dark stall.
Like lambs we march, no place to hide,
Just fodder for the mind’s grim call.

Fears and hatred, vile creations,
Breed darkness, artificial blight.
This world is drunk on lies’ temptations —
Propaganda leaves its blight.

That PRESS will push the ceiling down,
Fascism’s “law” will soon decree
That all will bend beneath the crown,
And poisoned books fill this lunacy.

Dumbing down and schizophrenic haze
Are raised to norms, the chosen way
To drag us to Hell’s stagnant maze.
Few humans left at end of day.

A new breed — servants, dull and bleak,
They’ve taken all the posts and roles.
But lies alone make power peak —
For beasts, we’re cattle, not souls.

This stupid herd is driven to slaughter —
And now it’s started, clear and loud.
We bear the horror — we deserve no other.
The prophet’s words have formed a cloud:

Nine sick have paved the way to health,
They call it CowID — the new stealth.
And creatures craft new false diseases,
Like once again, the “AIDS” thesis.

Nine-tenths are mentally broken,
The last too weak to fight the yoke.
Against the cursed fascist token,
They’re dumb, enslaved, and tightly choked.

They crushed all life beneath the mass.
Only carcasses will pay.
If you don’t fight, life’s chance will pass —
You’re just a broken soul, decayed.

Build your commune, smash the lies,
Seek fresh paths to save your soul.
The beasts have learned old tricks and spies —
So tread new roads, regain control.

The Light is hard — the Hell is near —
That’s why the scum rage so and shout.
Though dark and scary, fight your fear —
With Spirit’s link, you’ll break their rout.

Pure Spirit is our fortress, rock.
The ceilings fall like crumbling floors.
A mighty cataclysm will knock,
And sweep away the rotten sores.

A new world — Spirit’s dimension —
Will come to those who save their soul.
To fools, this’s only rumor’s mention —
Let them laugh: the fool’s Hell’s goal.



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Ceilings press, false knowledge spreads,
Minds are fodder, Spirit dreads.
Fight the lies and find the Light —
Or fade away in endless night.








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Без преград на стрижку и на убой

Претенциозный идиот —
Он возглавляет глупый сброд:
Козёл, что понаглей, ведёт
Овец и коз путём невзгод.

Невзгоды: стрижка, комбинат
Мясной. Баран ведомый рад:
Наобещали всем наград
В конце пути, что без преград.



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Подмена Ложью Лжи

"Истина настигает лжецов и лжесвидетелей".
Гераклит.


"Истина" лжецов настигнет,
Если новый хитрый лжец
На обломках лжи воздвигнет
Полуправдой Лжи Венец.

В "полу-" правдой обличенье
Старой лжи — фундамент чисть,
Чтоб для новых поколений
Ложь вошла в тупую жисть

Основательно, надолго.
Всех свидетелей — в расход.
Лжесвидетелей как "долга
Мучеников" ать в "народ"!

Продолжается веками
Та история из лжи
Подменяемой. Как камень
На душе обман лежит,

Убивая ум, и дале
Ложь наглее, не хитрей,
В мира пёстром карнавале
Будет до исхода дней

Править дурнями — говнидом
То показано сполна.
Не народ — тупые гниды:
Опустили ниже Дна.




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Путь на мясокомбинат

На работЫ спозаранок
Отправляются бараны:
Стрижка, коновал, убой.
И пастух трындит: "Собой

Должен ты, баран, гордиться!"
Мол, венец твАренья! Снится
Травка перед комбинатом
Сочная — овце награда!

Что на мясо в комбинат,
То вещает подлый гад —
Пастуху его заложим,
Тем путь к счастью подытожим.




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Непоправимый урон уму перегрузкой памяти чушью

Много "знаний" —
Ум в загоне.
Истязаний,
В коих тонешь,
Здесь немало. Худшим — память
В перегрузе: не исправить!



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Driven by Mad Hopes, They Pave the Road to Hell

“Nothing so exhausts or so promotes cowardice as mad hope.”
— Pyotr Chaadayev


Mad hopes are shoved like chains
Into unthinking brains.
Then yoked without a doubt —
Just follow orders out.

Compliant? You’ll be blessed!
With cookies — like the rest.
But in the end, you’ll get
The Law — and tight regret.

New promises arrive —
New yokes — and none survive.
This cycle through the years:
Deceit, decay, and tears.

At last — pure weakness reigns
Among the stunted brains.
It starts with craven fear,
Then soullessness draws near.

The CowID spell was cast:
Few kept their soul intact.
But that brave spark shall burn —
While gnats will face their turn.

For gnats build Camps anew —
With lies and numbers too.
They’ll raise, without defense,
A Gen of imbeciles… immense.



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1.
Mad hopes on leashes, lies on loop —
They breed a soulless, mindless troop.

2.
Obey for cookies, die for law —
The soul erased, the world in awe.

3.
They built a Camp with code and lies —
And called it "progress" as truth dies.

4.
A gen of gnats, with numbers fed —
Too dumb to see their spirit’s dead.

5.
They hoped like sheep — then begged as swine.
Now watch them code their own decline.

6.
Mad hope was bait.
Now comes the Gate.

7.
They sold their souls for rules and lies —
Now build the Camp with vacant eyes.



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1.
They fed them hope — then snapped the leash.
Obedience makes profit… cheap and sleek.

2.
They bent the knee for promised bread —
Now drown in laws they never read.

3.
Each lie was sold as “greater good” —
And chewed by those who never should.

4.
The braver ones were first to burn —
But cowards die in slow return.

5.
No soul remains where fear took root —
The mask replaced both face and truth.

6.
They taught the gnats to love their cage —
And watch the fire with passive rage.

7.
No tyrant rose — they built him whole
From every vote without a soul.

8.
They paved the road to digital Hell —
With hopes too mad and minds too well…

…controlled.



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Driven by Mad Hopes — Into the Camp of Lies
They obey. They hope. They fall.
Soullessness isn't sudden — it's installed.


1.
Mad hope — the leash.
Obey. Capiche?

2.
They crawled for law,
Now eat the flaw.

3.
The soul was taxed.
The gnats relaxed.

4.
Truth's not for sale?
Then off to jail.

5.
"Digitize sin" —
And call it win.

6.
Their hope was blind,
Now so's mankind.

7.
From mask to chain —
Just click "remain".

8.
They begged for peace —
Now beg for lease.

9.
No soul? No cry.
Just scan — comply.

10.
They praised the lie
That made them die.

11.
Their mask grew tight —
They called it "right".

12.
Born to obey,
They fade away.

13.
Hope broke their spine —
And called it fine.

14.
The Camp was built
On silence, guilt.

15.
"Protect!" they screamed —
While freedom streamed.



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Mad Hope Manifesto

(A warning from the soul they tried to delete)

They hoped like sheep — then begged as swine.
Now watch them code their own decline.

No soul? No cry.
Just scan — comply.

They praised the lie
That made them die.

"Protect!" they screamed —
While freedom streamed.

Hope broke their spine —
And called it fine.

The Camp was built
On silence, guilt.

Their mask grew tight —
They called it right.

Born to obey,
They fade away.



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DESPAIR (False Hope Doctrine)

Mad hopes again are beaten
Into the herd’s cracked skull —
As if the chains they'd weaken,
Or make the labor dull,

As if they’d ease the censors,
Or break the system's spell —
But hope becomes the anchor
Of every slave-built Hell.

When hope is dead — you feel it:
You won’t endure the shit.
To rot and still conceal it
Is soul-death, bit by bit.

But cowards, soft and gutless,
Still pray for guarantees —
While idiots love the cutlass
That slits them for some fees.

They chase the cash forever,
In filth, in any place.
No shame — they’re proud and clever
In that decaying race.

So praise those sacred hopes!
Dear victims, charge ahead!
The mob once more will choke
The minds they’ve always dread.

With biomass they’ll smother
All thought, all truth, all grace.
What’s not for sale’s just clutter
In Hope-Shit’s holy place.



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1.
Mad hope’s a leash —
Disguised as peace.

2.
Hope fuels the chains
In cowards' brains.

3.
No hope? No lie.
You'd rather die.

4.
The soul decays
When silence pays.

5.
They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.

6.
They sniff for loot
Like worms in soot.

7.
Hope feeds the crowd
That screams the loud.

8.
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.

9.
All truth they damn
In Hopeshitland.



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Hopeshitland Manifesto

For those who did not sell their souls for promises...


Mad hope’s a leash —
Disguised as peace.

Hope fuels the chains
In cowards' brains.

No hope? No lie.
You’d rather die.

The soul decays
When silence pays.

They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.

They sniff for loot
Like worms in soot.

They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.

All truth they damn
In Hopeshitland.



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Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer

I spit on hope that dulls the blade —
It makes the free become afraid.

I walk through ash with eyes still clear —
No savior's voice shall rule my ear.

I crush false peace beneath my boot —
And dig for truth beneath the soot.

I bear no chain, I sign no pact —
My soul is flame, my spine intact.

Your golden leash — I set on fire.
Your comfort cult — my only ire.

You kneel. I rise. You beg. I burn.
I won’t await some promised turn.

I have no god but inner light —
And through the dark, I choose to fight.




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Hopeshitland Manifesto (continuation)

They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.

Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer

I spit on chains that bind the soul,
No price can make me lose control.


Hopeshitland Manifesto (continuation)

They sniff for loot
Like worms in soot.

Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer
I breathe the fire, not dust and lies,
Their filthy hopes I cast aside.


Hopeshitland Manifesto (continuation)

They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.

Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer

Your lies won’t break my sharpened mind,
The wise will rise — leave fools behind.


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Chains of False Hope

Hopeshitland:
Mad hope’s a leash —
Disguised as peace.

Breakline:
False hope’s a trap —
I won’t fall in that gap.


Mind for Sale

Hopeshitland:
They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.

Breakline:
My soul’s my own —
No coin can own my throne.


Truth and Lies

Hopeshitland:
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.

Breakline:
Your lies won’t bind —
The wise will find their mind.


Spirit vs. Biomass

Hopeshitland:
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.

Breakline:
The spirit burns
While biomass turns.

Hopeshitland:
A mass of flesh,
No soul to mesh.

Breakline:
I’m flame and spark,
They’re cold and dark.


Freedom vs. Digital Slavery

Hopeshitland:
Mad hope enslaves —
In digital caves.

Breakline:
I break the chains
Of data veins.

Hopeshitland:
Control’s a mask,
A silicon task.

Breakline:
My mind’s my own,
No code, no drone.


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Spirit vs. Biomass

They crush the wise with hopeful lies,
Drown flame in flesh, let spirit die.
A pulsing mass, but soulless, cold,
Where minds are lost, and hearts grow old.

The crowd moves blind, a herd, a swarm,
In endless sleep, devoid of form.
But I — a spark, a raging fire,
I break their chains, refuse the mire.

No flesh alone can claim the throne,
The spirit's light will rise alone.
While biomass may rot and fade,
The flame within cannot be swayed.




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Spirit vs. Biomass

They crush the wise with hopeful lies,
Drown flame in flesh, let spirit die.
A pulsing mass, but soulless, cold,
Where shadows dance and truth grows old.

The crowd moves blind—a shadowed swarm,
A flicker lost, devoid of form.
But I — a flame against the night,
A burning spark, defiant light.

No flesh can cage this fiery core,
No shadow veil can hide it more.
While biomass decays in blight,
The fire within consumes the night.

I am the flame that will not cease,
The shadow’s bane, the soul’s release.
While flesh may rot and darkness breed,
My fire burns — the world will heed.



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Freedom vs. Digital Slavery

Mad hope enslaves within the grid,
A web of lies and iron bids.
Control’s a mask, a silent snare,
The digital chains that bind the air.

They map our souls with coded lies,
Track every breath, observe our eyes.
But I reject the hollow cage,
Refuse to bow, refuse the stage.

My mind’s my own — no code, no drone,
I fight the war to stand alone.
Break every link, shatter the screen,
Reclaim the world that lies unseen.



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Freedom vs. Digital Slavery

Mad hope enslaves within the grid,
Where shadows creep and fears are hid.
Control’s cold mask, a silicon shade,
A prison forged of light and shade.

They map our souls with coded lies,
Track every breath, observe our eyes.
But I am light beyond their screen,
A blaze where shadows go unseen.

My mind’s a torch, my soul the flame,
No wire, no drone can tame.
I break the chains of ghostly code,
And burn the lies they have bestowed.

No screen, no chain can dim my light,
I am the spark in endless night.
From ashes rise — the code undone,
The fight is fierce — but freedom won.



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LifeDecay

The slime of life pulls downward deep —
Into the whirlpool of dumb sleep.
The few who rise to surface light
Hold sharp the mind, defend the fight.

If you heed your soul’s own voice,
You won’t drown in the herd’s cold noise.
But crowds will count you as the scum —
In upside-down shit, you’re numb.

A foolish world in slow decay,
Occupied by filth’s foul sway.
Pure nonsense crowned as sacred truth —
Down sinks all hope, baptized in ruth.

They call that rot by many names,
Yet all are lies that choke the flames.
That lie has grown to water’s weight —
The warlike core of mass’s fate.

The slime compresses, slow and vast,
From soul, near death — come shards that last.
But fools don’t see the fractures deep —
As soullessness becomes the creep.

It’s now “normal” — soulless reign,
All shit that’s deaf to God’s bright flame.
And sparks of God are crushed with force,
Oppressed to death by darkest course.

But here comes dark Cataclysm —
To churn the slime with manic schism.
What’s left will rise, or sink, or fade —
In Hades’ fast and drowning shade.



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LifeDecay: The Awakening

The chaos shakes the stagnant pond,
The rotten veil begins to bond.
From shattered depths, a flicker grows —
A stubborn spark that breaks the rows.

The drowning world may still despair,
But in the dark, some souls prepare.
Not all are lost beneath the sludge,
Some fight beyond the mental judge.

The tides will turn, the false will fall,
And silence breaks the shadow’s call.
Between decay and rebirth’s light,
The soul must choose its ancient right.

No longer slaves to endless night,
The fire wakes to claim the fight.
From madness’ depths to clarity,
The spirit breaks captivity.



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LifeDecay: Stages of the Fight

I. The Shatter

The cracks run deep beneath the skin,
The old false world begins to thin.
Illusions break — the lies unmask,
Yet chaos calls the daunting task.


II. The Struggle

A battle rages in the mind,
Between the chains and will to find
The spark of truth, the hidden flame,
To fight beyond the grip of shame.


III. The Abyss

Temptation whispers, dark and cold,
To sink into the depths untold.
The soul may falter, lost, confused,
But from this fall, some will be bruised.


IV. The Rising

From ashes black, a light will burn,
A stubborn fire that will not turn.
The shattered soul begins to rise,
And breaks the cage with blazing eyes.


V. The Threshold

Between decay and birth anew,
The spirit faces what is true.
To cross the void or turn away —
The fight continues, come what may.



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LifeDecay
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

LifeDecay: I. The Shatter

Cracks split the glass — illusions fall,
The mirror breaks, betrays us all.
A world once whole — now torn apart,
Its shattered pieces pierce the heart.

False idols crumble, dust and bone,
The throne of lies is overthrown.
The mask that hid the rotting core
Flies off to show the darkened floor.

The sky grows dim, the sun’s withdrawn,
The veil is rent — the night is drawn.
No comfort hides the deep abyss,
The soul awakens to the hiss.

The silent screams beneath the skin,
The ghost of truth calls from within.
A spark ignites in broken lands —
The shatter’s blow, the shaking hands.


LifeDecay: II. The Struggle

Within the mind, the battle wakes,
A war of wills, of bonds and breaks.
Chains forged by fear and false desire
Clash with the soul’s unyielding fire.

The shadows whisper, cold and sly,
“Give up, give in, forget to try.”
But in the dark a flame resists,
Defies the lies, the clenched fists.

Steel clashes in the blackened air,
A dance of hope and deep despair.
The spirit wields a burning sword,
To cut through walls the lies have poured.

Each strike ignites a fierce resolve,
To tear the veils, to dissolve
The prisons built from empty dreams,
And burst the seams of silent screams.

The fight is long, the night is deep,
Yet soul and shadow never sleep.
Between the blows, a whispered cry:
“Fight on — or fade and die.”


LifeDecay: III. The Abyss

The pit yawns wide, a ravenous maw,
Where light dissolves and shadows gnaw.
Despair, a venom thick and cold,
Enfolds the soul in choking hold.

Whispers crawl like crawling worms,
Twisting truths with venomed terms.
A silence deep as endless night,
Where hope is lost to endless blight.

The soul convulses, torn apart,
Battles rage within the heart.
Demons dance on fraying strings,
And darkness folds its raven wings.

Yet in the depths, a voice persists,
A stubborn flame that still resists.
Though drowned by tides of blackened sea,
Some souls refuse to cease, to flee.

The abyss may claim the weak,
But fires burn where shadows seek.
And even in that darkest hole,
A spark survives — the shattered soul.


LifeDecay: IV. The Rising

From ashes cold and shadows deep,
The spirit wakes from haunted sleep.
A single spark, a blazing flare,
Cuts through the choking, stagnant air.

The chains that bound begin to crack,
The soul reclaims what once was lacked.
No longer drowned by lies and fear,
The path ahead grows sharp and clear.

A fire burns within the chest,
A fierce refusal to rest.
The night may howl, the tempest rage,
But dawn arrives to break the cage.

The broken rise with eyes ablaze,
Through tangled dark and smoky haze.
Their voices roar, a rising tide,
No longer forced again to hide.


LifeDecay: V. The Threshold

The edge is sharp — a jagged line,
Between the dark and light divine.
A narrow bridge, a final gate,
Where souls must choose, confront their fate.

Behind — the ruins, ash and lies,
Ahead — the truth beyond disguise.
The shadows beckon, cold and deep,
The light awaits, but cost is steep.

To turn away is slow decay,
To walk ahead — rebirth’s harsh way.
No comfort waits beyond this door,
But chains will bind the soul no more.

The heart must thunder, steel must sing,
To grasp the dawn, to brave the ring.
Between the worlds, the soul’s at war —
The threshold crossed, forevermore.


LifeDecay: VI. The Beyond

Beyond the veil, beyond the pain,
A realm untouched by grief or stain.
No more the chains, no more the night,
But endless space of boundless light.

The soul ascends — the dark withdrawn,
Reborn anew with every dawn.
A meeting place of fire and sky,
Where truth and spirit never die.

The past dissolves — a fading ghost,
The future’s forge — the final host.
Here dwells the power, pure and vast,
The seed of life, the end of past.

No more the decay, no more the fall,
The soul stands strong, embraces all.
In this new dawn, the fight is done —
Yet all begins, forever one.



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Almost Two Centuries After Lermontov’s “The Thought”

"Sadly I look upon our generation!
Its future — either empty or dark,
While burdened by knowledge and doubt,
It will age in idleness."
— Mikhail Lermontov, The Thought, 1838


I glanced upon two generations’ face,
And Lermontov’s “Thought” returned in place.
Two centuries passed — decay and fears,
And soon all degenerates face their years.

Few doubts remain, few truths embraced,
But actions? More — to grab their space.
The common man is worthless now,
No empathy, no love somehow.

Our ancestors’ mistakes we mock,
Yet goals remain: to hoard the stock.
Everywhere they lure with chance,
A carrot’s sway for donkeys’ dance.

And Evil here is named as Good —
CowID test, misunderstood.
Before false threats, the bastards fast
Put muzzles on — the mind's outcast.

Concepts now are conditional,
Real bearers — count them minimal.
From slaves’ dullness blood runs cold,
Soulless beasts abound, uncontrolled.

Science swapped for lies and sham,
Faith’s a mask, a hollow scam.
Culture’s drowned in mass-made dirt,
Where whores rule the sordid court.

We’ve plunged the world in fear’s embrace,
Total lies have stained its face.
Hell knocks beneath the lowest floor,
Break through the bottom — nothing more.

No ashes left for scorn or song,
Yet we don’t care — we march along.



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Our “Culture,” or How Good Intentions Pave the Road to Hell

So little strength, so much pure dumb —
Our whole “culture’s” deafening drum!
Producing fools — its chief concern,
Where brains and talents never turn.

It starts within the “school” walls tight —
Forget your will, your reason’s light.
Clear thought and talent cast away,
Then propaganda leads the way.

You thank the lies — become a stone,
A block to build the rotten throne.
The bastards lay you in the base,
The pyramid of human waste.

A useless struggle — to be stone.
Surround yourself with “happy” home,
Raise children taught to call disgrace
A “paradise” in darkened place.

You’ll die, your children too will read
Their shabby books and plant the seed —
Becoming stones upon the path
To Hell. And grandchildren feel the wrath.

Such “culture” here — all rotten core:
“Hail will and labor!” — fools march sore,
With songs, they walk the road to Hell —
Where souls in darkness choke and dwell.



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Culture of Stone — A Manifesto

So little strength, so much pure dumb,
Our culture’s drum — a deafening drum.

It molds the fools, it breaks the free,
It builds a throne of misery.

The school — a cage that steals your mind,
Clear thought and will it leaves behind.

You’re turned to stone — a block, a wall,
To prop the pyramid of thrall.

Raise children blind to truth and light,
To call the dark a "paradise."

They’ll walk the path your footsteps paved,
A legacy of souls enslaved.

No glory waits beyond this lie,
Just endless roads that lead to die.

Rise up! Break free! Reject the stone!
Reclaim the mind, reclaim the throne!



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Culture of Stone — The Full Manifesto

So little strength, so much pure dumb,
Our culture beats its hollow drum.
A grand machine to break the free —
To shape a world of misery.

It starts within the school’s cold walls,
Where freedom dies and silence calls.
Clear thought discarded, crushed and banned,
Replaced by lies on every hand.

You’re turned to stone, a lifeless block,
A foundation for the rotten rock.
The bastards place you in the base,
A pawn in this degrading race.

Raise children blind, with hearts confined,
To praise the chains that bind their mind.
Teach shame to wear a mask of grace,
And call the darkness "holy place."

They march along the paths you pave,
A legacy that feeds the grave.
No light awaits beyond the lie,
Just endless roads that lead to die.

This “culture” built on rotten core,
Where will and work are lies, no more.
The fools sing loud, the blind obey,
And walk the road to their decay.

But we, the few, who see the fire,
Refuse to bow, refuse expire.
We break the stone, we shatter chains,
Reclaim the truth that still remains.

Rise up! Resist the poisoned mind!
Reject the stone that binds mankind!
Reclaim the soul, the sacred throne —
Build culture free, build life your own!



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The Stronghold of "Culture" — University

Physics, business,
Artless lessons,
All viewed through
Pride’s obsessions.

Rot and poison,
When Spirit’s barred.
A pack of beasts,
Dumb as shards.

These “luminaries,”
With crimson light.
On Death’s doorstep,
Their nonsense blight.

Seek answers
Deep within — through soul.
But heed not
The hollow role.

Fragments of Spirit
In Satan’s realm.
To him you’re flies —
Fascism’s helm.

A worldwide
Evil quake.
If credulous —
Down with the fake.

To souls’ visions
At death’s swift breath,
Believe not knees,
But only faith.

There are spheres of Spirit —
Perhaps the way —
Not slaves to chimera,
False “sciences” sway.



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Stronghold of “Culture” — A Manifesto

Physics and business rule the halls,
Art is crushed beneath their walls.
All is seen through pride’s blind glass,
Where hollow giants come to pass.

Rot and poison hide inside,
When Spirit’s cast and thrown aside.
A savage pack, dull as stone,
Beasts that claim the throne alone.

“Luminaries” with crimson glare,
Their nonsense thickens poisoned air.
On Death’s own doorstep, lies they spread,
False idols crowned, but spirit dead.

Seek answers deep within your soul,
Ignore the fools who play their role.
Among the ruins of fake “truth,”
Fragments of Spirit fight for youth.

To Satan’s court, you’re just a fly,
Under fascist, watchful eye.
A global storm of evil nears —
Credulous fall to doubt and fears.

But at death’s breath, the soul will see,
The visions clear, the spirit free.
Believe not knees, nor empty creed —
Only the faith your soul will need.

There are spheres beyond the lie,
Paths where Spirit dares to fly.
Not slaves to chimera’s chains,
But masters breaking false domains.



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The Upside-Down

"They say I want to turn the world
Upside down with what I claim.
But would it be so bad to flip
A world already filled with shame?"
— Giordano Bruno, 16th century

The world’s been flipped for ages long —
And “up” is just a stinking throng.
Who speaks against this twisted scene
Gets fed to flames, no in-between.

Galileo, bold and bright,
If braver, would have faced the light.
On pyres high he’d surely burn —
Half-men with smarts that never learn.

Heresy spreads everywhere,
Killing thought with toxic air.
Now the nonsense’s grown so wide —
CowID proves the tide.

False science smears the soul’s clear sight,
Bastard fiends block out the light.
All learned men now drown in lies,
Truth crushed under fake disguise.

The rabble rules the media’s stage,
If not a sellout, worse the cage.
A global farce will swallow whole —
And drag you down beyond control.

They say you’ll sink where mice are still,
The masses lost, the few with will.
The world reversed — it’s no illusion!
The truth’s a painful, harsh conclusion.



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The Upside-Down

The world’s been flipped — but all’s still vile,
Speak truth aloud — and face the trial.
Galileo’s fate would be your own —
In flames for seeds of thought once sown.

Fake science smothers soul and mind,
The rabble rules, truth’s left behind.
Sink down below, where silence reigns —
The upside-down world grips its chains.



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The Cauldron

Minds are sown with filth and lies,
Critical thought at zero lies.
Not by chance this reshuffle’s planned,
Slowly boiling every man.

Like frogs within a pot they stew,
Rising heat will cook them through.
This bitter broth will gain its fame,
Where patience grows and fools remain.



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The Cauldron — A Manifesto

They sow the minds with filth and lies,
Extinguish thought, let wisdom die.
No accident — the plan is clear:
To boil the masses year by year.

Like frogs within a rising pot,
Unaware they’re being caught.
The heat will climb, the pressure grow,
Till all are cooked in ignorance’ glow.

Long patience feeds the poisoned stew,
While fools remain and wise are few.
A bitter broth, society’s bane,
Boiled slow in lies and endless pain.

But fire reveals what darkness hides —
The truth will crack the boiling tides.
Awake, arise, refuse the fate —
Or drown inside the Cauldron’s weight!



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The Battle Promise

The media’s rattling promise tank
Rolls loud — a thunderous, numbing prank.
Its pledges lull, they dull the mind,
And kill the sleepers, all aligned.

Promises like weapons wielded,
Half-masons’ tales, their lies unshielded.
Spinning fictions, stirring sleep,
They strike the mark, while nations weep.

An army paralyzed by lies,
With hundreds megatons in size.
Yet no unrest, no fight is stirred —
A lethargic, deadened herd.



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The Battle Promise — A Manifesto

The media rolls its promise tank,
A thunderous war machine of blank.
It fires pledges, loud and grand,
To lull the masses, chain the land.

These promises — a weapon fierce,
Half-masonic lies that pierce.
Spinning fictions, feeding sleep,
They strike the soul, they cut too deep.

An army frozen, trapped, confined,
By waves of lies, by fraud designed.
Hundreds of megatons of falsehood spread,
Yet still the herd lies numb and dead.

No spark to break this lethal trance,
No rage to mount a last defiance.
The battle promise — war on mind,
To keep the truth forever blind.

But we — the few who see the snare,
Reject the lies, defy despair.
Break free the chains, ignite the flame,
And end the media’s deadly game.



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Weather Forecast, or The White Sun of the Desert

Will it warm? Will it blaze more bright?
The sun shines stronger, searing light,
Yet hides the truth with cunning guile —
Monsters veiling fools awhile:

Cows fart gases, engines roar,
Blame the earth, its fragile core.
Maybe humans are the plague —
Even lice see the vague.

A visual “disorder” shown —
“Red sun” once brightly shone:
Just watch, don’t trust the TV lies,
The chimeras in disguise.

Now at dawn the sun turns white,
Recall youth’s warm, crimson light.
If you camped beneath the sky,
You’d know the truth, no lie.

But life’s dull noise has rotted minds,
The sun now blinds and twists confines.
Soon it’ll scorch the fools who trust
The lies — a cruel, burning gust.

Forget your skin’s protective shield —
Time for Souls to be revealed.
This Hell on earth kills soul and breath,
Who’ll survive this dance with death?

The Spirit’s world will be the home,
While fools descend to rotten loam.
Justice comes with iron law,
To punish those who mocked and clawed.



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White Sun of the Desert — A Manifesto

Will it warm? Will it burn more bright?
The sun reveals the hidden blight.
No mask can hide the truth’s harsh glare —
Monsters lurk in shadows there.

Blame the cows, the endless gas,
Blame machines — the usual farce.
But humans bear the deepest stain,
The plague of greed and endless pain.

The red sun’s glow once warmed our youth,
Now white, it blinds — a harsher truth.
Life’s dull noise has rotted minds,
The soul’s decay that fate now binds.

The lies will burn in scorching flame,
Fools who trusted pay the blame.
Forget your skins — your spirits save,
In this cruel, unyielding wave.

This hell destroys the soul’s pure breath,
Who will survive the dance with death?
Only those both sharp and brave,
Who cast out folly, never cave.

The Spirit’s realm will rise anew,
A home for those both just and true.
While fools descend to darker pits,
Justice strikes with iron fists.

Rise now! Face the scorching light,
Reject the lies, embrace the fight.
The desert’s sun will cleanse the old,
Forge spirit fierce, reborn and bold.







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Бодрячок смердит иллюзией —
И толпа айда за ним.
Ярый критик — с ним аллюзии
На несчастья. Он гнобим,

Если ярок, или просто
В одиночестве поник,
Раз не слышим. Лжи короста
Оседает напрямик.

Коль в мейнстриме бодрячок,
Получает дурачок
Той коросты без избытка.
Вот такая ложью пытка

Умным, ну а дурачью
Словно манна. Сволочь`ю
(Тем, кто правит) это надо —
Лжи безумной канонада:

Лучше танков, пулемётов
СМРАДы делают работу
Покорения Земли
Для нездешней мерзкой тли.

Критик: "Рабство!". СМРАД: "Свобода!!!"
— Много ль надо для уродов,
Чтоб поверили ублюдкам?
— Ересь, мемы, прибаутки...



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Школа политики

В Школу Клоунов пробиться —
Надо в жопе очутиться:
Не повязан компроматом,
Будешь только на подхвате

У стареющего мима.
ЖизДнь пройдёт составом мимо.
В том составе сброд чинуш,
Клоуны, нехилый куш.




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"Хочешь быть ты кем, ребёнок?" —
Раздаётся чушь с пелёнок.
"Будь здесь только Человеком!" —
Коль родитель не калека,
Слышится. То голос редкий —
Чушью бьют по детям метко.
Станет профессионалом —
И Душа почти пропала:
Услужение Козлу
Труд земной, осанна Злу.
Творчество, коль непреклонно,
По иным идёт законом:
Будешь беден, одинок,
Пред Душой един зарок
Коль в тебе — её спасёшь.
А продажен — пропадёшь.



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Вопрос к "хозяевам жизни"

У "избранников судьбы"
В подчинении рабы.
Ну а ты холоп чей будешь?
Так ответа не добудешь:

Оцени мирка картину —
Тот холоп гнобит кретинов,
Называемых "народом".
Всё искусственны невзгоды:

Планы "сверху", а холоп,
Лишь рабам упёртый жлоб, —
Он ослушаться не может,
Сатанизм его низложит.

Сплошь система сатанизма.
В ней основа кретинизма
Насаждение, и с детства.
А холоп всего лишь средство —

Держит кнут в руках, и пряник.
Весь мирок в фашистской срани
П`о уши. Кричит "Свобода!"
Холуёк среди "народа".

Кнут и пряник, ложь "свободы" —
Подчиняются уроды.
Самый низкий в мире раб —
Кто с кнутом, а не сатрап.

И сатрап звеном не высшим,
Но не глянуть выше крыши —
В сатанизма закрома:
Там сгустилась Тьма сама.




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Игры в "демократию" боевых пропагандонов

Игр проформа: униформа
Где твоя, пропагандон?
За тобою Ада Прорва.
Ум последний гонишь вон —

Вот задача, та что ТВАРИ
Вновь поставили тебе.
Утопает в Лживой Мари
Позабывший о Борьбе

Мир безумный, Злу покорный.
Назови то Зло добром —
И народец глупый, вздорный
Побредёт вслед за Козлом.

Худшей формой диктатуры
Дерьмократия твоя.
Нет науки и культуры —
Имитация. Гнилья

Сплошь навалом — приукрасить
Это должен ты, "майор".
Дорого "народ" дубасить —
Ложь оружье на подбор:

Дёшево, зато сердито,
Эффективней бомб и пуль.
Жертв не видно — шито-крыто!
Передача: марш в патруль!




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Отстойник мира

Темнее ночь — и ярче звёзды.
То лишь на небе, а в дерьме
Мирка убогого курьёзом
Любое, что несёт в себе 

Свет, не жалея поделиться.
Обычно это всё на дне.
А "вверх" большой кусок стремится —
Звезда, но тёмная, в говне.



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Норы ума

Норы —
с горы.
Прячут там,
Что мирок сплошной бедлам.
Чушь затопит норы эти —
Так потоп всемирный встретим.



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В Адских Сферах

Ощущение паденья
Заменило чувство взлёта:
— Где вы, юноши стремленья?
— Одолели идиоты.

Так бывает очень часто —
Единицы исключений.
Их усилия напрасны
Средь убогих поколений:

Деградация стремится
К максимальным оборотам.
Ад земной уже не мнится,
Коль предательство работой,

Ложь повсюду — одолела:
Мало в ком иммунитет.
Разложение — Зла дело;
Главным в нём — в умишках бред.

Бред похабен и тлетворен —
Мир на голову больной:
Показал говнид. Покорен
Идиот ТВАРЬЮ. Собой —

Честным, умным — остаётся
Очень редкий человек:
Он пред Адом не прогнётся —
Чуток, смел, не пустобрех.

Ощущение паденья
Мира в пропасть — то не чушь:
Не коснулось разложенье
Редких неподкупных душ.

Коль продажность общим местом —
То прод`али скопом всех.
И очистят скоро место
Для иных "богов" утех

На Земле — и Катаклизмы
Приближаются сюда:
За терпение фашизма,
Геноцида без суда —

В Новый Ад. Проект "Ад здешний"
Закрывается — адью:
Чересчур уж в нём поспешно
Превращается в свинью

Человек. Расчеловечить
Постепенно цель была,
Этим самым возвеличить
"Бога" здешнего — Козла.

Единицы, словно птицы,
Улетят из Адских Сфер.
Может это только мнится,
Ведь коварен Люцифер.




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Правило буравчика для общественного идиотоустройства

Доверчивость и глупость
"Народов" всех черты.
Для "ближних" — чушь и грубость,
Пред Злом открыты рты:

Авось вновь "сыр бесплатный",
Иль послабленья ждут.
Повсюду труд напрасный
И вера — знатно врут.

Обманут, дурь забудет,
И скоро, весь обман.
По-новой Зло лгать будет —
И верит вновь баран.

Всё в цикле. Деградация,
Конечно, тоже в нём.
Политиков ротация —
Знать, с "новым" заживём!

Все циклы по спирали
Буравчиком: глядь, Дно.
Нам врали — мы пропали:
Кругом одно говно...




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Методологические вопросы борьбы с монстрами

"Тот, кто борется с монстрами, не сможет уберечь себя, чтобы самому не стать монстром".
Фридрих Ницше.


С монстрами бороться —
Монстром надо стать?
Сила, благородство —
Чёрту не сломать,

Если это Духом
Чистым укрепить.
Что же, и проруха
Встретится: убить

Монстра очень сложно —
Корни и в тебе
Он пустил. Подложна
Личность во злоб`е,

Если позабудет
Тот Огонь, что всё
Здесь сожжёт, остудит —
Будет Бытиё.

Ныне же житуха —
Монстры правят бал:
Стань навозной мухой! —
Очень ждёт Баал.

Если не бороться —
Душу не спасёшь
В Аде. Жги уродства —
Или пропадёшь!..




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Школьно-геометрическое

Катет: катит недоумок
По программе школьной. В сумме
Будет для Земли обуза.
Катаклизм гипотенузой
Всё сметёт, Зло сжавши в точку,
Но для нового виточку:
Для Вселенной лепрозорий
Эта область. Море горя —
Подчиняясь Злу, лжи вторя
Получаешь так спираль
Тьмы, где господином враль.
В школе катет очень важен,
Но чтоб честен, непродажен
Стал ребёнок, Чистый Дух
Будет пусть в программе. Слуг,
Впрочем, этим не получишь —
Дарвинизм намного лучше!..




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"Crusaders"

The Creed Crusaders march with pride —
Their mission: fight the West worldwide!
Obey the double-headed freak,
And dare not think, or even speak.

Again, the rake is in your way —
You’ll step on it, like yesterday.
The filthy fiends lie smooth and slow,
Corrupting minds before the blow.

The mass dumb-down — their sacred plan,
Decay rebranded as “We’ll stand!”
The slogans rise, the brains decline —
Like deer in headlights, dead in line.

The idiot mill is working fast —
These freaks are now the ruling caste.
And since the herd believes their lies,
The filth are kings in dumb disguise.

They showed it all through CowID’s reign.
But now it’s worse. The crawling bane
“Defends” their land by breaking others —
Bombs for peace. Like rabid brothers.

They clear the space with holy wrath —
For Khanate’s hell, a bloody path
Of rot, abuse and sterilized
Descendants raped, dehumanized.

The genocide’s a timeless feat —
Now built by hands that kiss their feet.
Behold the Khanate of pure doom —
“Hit the Khokhol harder, scum — make room!”



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Crusaders of rot, with lies they march —
Spreading death beneath a righteous arch.



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"Protect the land!" — while bombing towns,
The Devil crowns his loyal clowns.



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A Khanate forged in blood and lies,
Where future generations die.
They shout of honor, pride, defense —
While marching into pestilence.



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Russian Troops in Donbas, 2014

Four thousand came to start the war,
While shouting “Miners!” — nothing more.
And idiots believed the tale,
That myth still rides the Kremlin rail.

Deceit evolved into pure lies —
Since Goebbels is their god and guide.
Just multiply the filth you spread —
And rule the brainless world ahead.

We saw it all in CowID’s show —
The same old beasts, the same old blow.
Those muzzling freaks now stage a Shame,
With round-two ghouls who play war games.

Some turd-brained thug became a knight,
He “liberates” through scorched delight.
Yet in his mind he sees no crime —
Just “glory” smeared with blood and slime.

No future left, no way to heal —
The Dumb Parade is now the deal.
If you’re not dumb — you’re “mad” or “lost”,
While raving brutes serve war at cost.

The sane are few, but they exist —
They rose like truth from poison mist.
They showed that Honor isn’t dead —
Though all the world is rot and dread.

The beasts won’t win, though they parade —
A world-wide Shock will soon invade.
It’ll crush their fake triumphant path —
A trump card born of cosmic wrath.



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They came as “miners” — masked and armed,
While fools stood still, confused, disarmed.

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From Donbas lies to global chains —
The Devil always re-explains.



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They call it truth — pure rot and shame.
But blood still burns behind the name.



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A million masks, one face beneath —
The face of lies, the stench of death.



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Where reason dies, the fools arise —
And call their madness "sacrifice".



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Sanity’s corpse lies cold and bare —
While flags of glory fill the air.



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They buried truth beneath their feet,
Then crowned the lie and called it sweet.



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When reason rots, the monsters breed —
And praise each genocidal deed.



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The death of sense was not a flaw —
It was the plan, it is the law.



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When reason dies, the end begins —
A flood of lies, a world of sins.



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Sanity fell — the trumpets wailed,
And beasts arose where humans failed.



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The mind collapsed. The void took shape.
And truth was hung in blood-red drape.



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The age of sense was torn apart —
Now shadows feast on dying hearts.



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No reason left, no final plea —
Just fire crowned in lunacy.



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The Song of Reason’s End

When reason dies, the end begins —
A flood of lies, a world of sins.
The mind collapsed. The void took shape.
And truth was hung in blood-red drape.

They danced around the burning throne,
Each beast convinced he stood alone.
The sky turned black. The silence screamed.
The prophets wept. The madmen dreamed.

No final plea. No voice to guide.
Just ash and echoes, multiplied.
The books were burned. The stars went blind.
And shadow ruled the fractured mind.

Sanity fell — the trumpets wailed,
And beasts arose where humans failed.
They crowned the lie. They praised the flame.
And scorched the world in Reason’s name.



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The Prophecy of Madness

When Reason broke and Silence spoke,
The minds of men were wrapped in smoke.
They crowned the Lie as Holy Light,
And called the Day what once was Night.

The Truth was chained in iron lore,
While every beast became a war.
They feasted on the ash of thought,
And praised the plague their hands had wrought.

The final books were torn apart —
The flame devoured both mind and heart.
Each question burned. Each answer screamed.
And lunacy became the Dream.

The stars withdrew, the sky went blind,
The last of hope betrayed the mind.
The wise were cursed, the fools adored —
And Madness sat upon the Lord.

No bells were rung. No angels wept.
The soul of reason coldly slept.
And from that grave of shattered laws
Rose Man, the Beast — with flaming jaws.


---

Glimmer of Light

But in the dark, beneath the ash,
Where time had stopped in silent flash,
A pulse remained — not born, not dead —
A spark no madness yet could shred.

It was no scream, it was no cry —
Just quiet deeper than the sky.
No flag it raised, no war it led,
It simply was, while all had fled.

It shone not outward, but within —
A light not made to fight or win,
But one that knew, through death and dust,
What doesn’t burn is what we trust.

No creed, no name, no bleeding crown —
Just Being, still, while all fell down.
And those who saw — though few, though torn —
Felt something vast begin… reborn.


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Return of the Seers

They were not saints, nor crowned with fire —
No thunder marked their long desire.
They walked through ruins, bare and slow,
As ones who saw, not claimed to know.

Their eyes had burned in ancient flame,
Yet bore no pride, no earthly name.
They spoke not loud, but when they breathed —
The wind itself would pause, unsheathed.

They carried silence, deep and wide,
A vastness no one dared to guide.
Not saviors — no — but ones who heard
The voice beneath the shattered word.

They had no army, wore no sign,
Yet something in their gaze aligned
The scattered sparks, the thoughtless dust —
And whispered: “Still... in Light, we trust.”

No dogma lit their path ahead —
They walked where even echoes fled.
But every step upon the ground
Unsealed a truth, profound, unbound.


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Breath of the Source

No thunder calls. No armies rise.
Just silent vastness fills the skies.
The Source inhales — a sacred breath,
A pulse beyond the edge of death.

It’s not a spark, nor flame, nor sound —
But where all time and space are bound.
A stillness weaving through the night,
Unfolding into endless light.

No eyes can see, no mind can grasp —
The Presence beyond all collapse.
It is the root, the well, the seed,
From which all thoughts and worlds proceed.

The Breath renews the shattered frame,
No need for glory, fear, or claim.
In quiet depths, the truth is born —
A dawn beyond all dusk and scorn.

And those who walk this path unseen
Will find the Source where Light has been.
No longer lost in endless fight —
But homeward bound, into the Light.



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Monsters

So many sellouts crawl around,
There’s barely any folk left now.
The bitter wise are left to mourn —
The world is filled with beasts and scorn.

Idiots, traitors, fascist slime,
Their strength all spent — they waste our time.
No way to teach these fiends, no cure —
They must be crushed. The wound is pure.

For them, the only joy remains:
To wipe out all that still sustains.
Even Nature’s ready, poised to strike —
No monsters, scum, or fascists like.

A cataclysm will come,
To purge the rot, to beat the drum.
No place for filth, no place for lies —
The earth will cleanse beneath the skies.



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Monsters breed, the wise grow few —
The world is rotten through and through.
No reasoning with fascist scum —
Only fire will make them numb.



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"Imperial Games"

A rotten colony chose to play
The empire’s games — to spite, betray.
But “tigers” turned to cardboard shells,
“No equals found!” — the bullshit sells.

The masters gave the deadly call,
To send them blindly to their fall.
And propaganda’s twisted rage
Invented fights for “values” staged.

The bitter end: the cards all burned,
The “meat” ground up — a fate they earned.
For “meat” too — don’t trust the scum,
If only once — God saves some dumb.



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Cardboard Tigers, cheap charade,
Sent to die in masters’ game.
Meat for grind — a worthless pawn,
Trust the scum? You’re already gone.



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Tigers fake — just paper shells,
Masters send them straight to hell.
Meat on hooks, no hope, no grace —
Fools who trust deserve disgrace.



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Imperial Game Over

They played their cards — all flimsy, torn,
Paper tigers, so forlorn.
Masters smiled, the orders came —
“Send them all to feed the flame.”

Propaganda’s lies took flight,
“Fight for values!”— empty fight.
But truth revealed the final score:
The pawns are meat, no less, no more.

Burnt-out shells on battlefield,
No glory left, no sword to wield.
And those who trusted filth and scum
Are lost beneath the crushing drum.

No saviors come, no hope remains,
Just broken dreams and bloodied chains.
The game is done — the end is clear:
Imperial fools disappear.



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Fascist Power

Fascist power rages wild,
A tyrant’s cruel and reckless child.
The scum of traitors seem to’ve lost
All memory of what it cost.

What happened once to gendarmes’ hand,
To cops who fought across the land?
Not all became fools or cowards here
Within this poor land’s atmosphere.

Not everyone turned pale with fear —
No mercy should the fiends draw near!
We’ll deal with all that fascist filth —
The bastards paid in blood and guilt.

They’ll hang in chains, the time is near,
The reckoning for Judas’ sneer.
That warning bell will sound so soon —
To cleanse the filth beneath the moon.



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Armageddon

Scum’s on call, no shame, no mind,
Fools in squads, all blind and blind.
They feast not on foes made-up —
But on their neighbors, bitter cup.

Such are times for soulless breeds,
Madness sown like wicked seeds.
A filthy plague has spilled around —
A stinking flood on rotten ground.

The prophecy has come to pass:
A world decayed, a shattered mass.
It moves toward the final dawn —
The Armageddon drawing on.

Much suffering yet waits to come,
While Mind and Spirit here are numb.



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Armageddon

Scum’s on standby, void of shame,
Fools march blind, no soul, no aim.
They gnaw not foes of false design,
But neighbors torn by cursed spine.

Times have birthed this soulless breed,
Madness spread like poisoned seed.
A plague of filth seeps through the land —
A sewer’s flood, a death’s command.

The vision dark has come to life:
A rotting world in endless strife.
It crawls toward the final pyre —
Armageddon’s funeral fire.

No hope remains, no light to find,
When Mind and Spirit cease to bind.
The doom is near, the end’s embrace —
A hollow shell, a ghostly place.



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Dark Lines


When reason dies, the darkness wakes.

A hollow world beneath the lies.

Madness flows like blood through veins.

The final fire will cleanse the stains.

No soul remains to light the night.

The graveyard’s breath replaces sight.

From ashes cold, no hope will rise.

Only silence fills the skies.

Spirit shattered, mind undone —
The end begins where all is none.

Doom creeps slow with deadly grace.

A cursed earth, a haunted place.

When all is lost, the void will sing.

Armageddon’s shadow takes its king.



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Armageddon’s Shadow

When reason dies, the darkness wakes,
A hollow world beneath the lies.
Madness flows like blood through veins,
The final fire will cleanse the stains.

No soul remains to light the night,
The graveyard’s breath replaces sight.
From ashes cold, no hope will rise —
Only silence fills the skies.

Spirit shattered, mind undone —
The end begins where all is none.
Doom creeps slow with deadly grace,
A cursed earth, a haunted place.

When all is lost, the void will sing —
Armageddon’s shadow takes its king.



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Global Madness — New Millennium, January 1, 2000

A madhouse spans the planet wide —
They call this “new age” at zero’s tide.
Dumber only toads could be —
When heads refuse to think and see.

The second decade starts this way,
For fools to rule the foolish play.
The wise are few, we scrape the rest,
And send them off to fascist’s quest.

All must fall beneath the shot,
So joy and madness hit the spot.
The peak of dumbness now attained,
No lies or filth remain unchained.

Oppress and kill the helpless herd,
A “ruler” mad beyond all word.
Satanism’s their twisted creed —
The vile all serve this darkened seed.

Above them stands a beast so vile,
Fascists bow, remain the file.
And fools still grin, believe the gifts,
Of Danai’s doom — the cursed shifts.



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Global madhouse, fools in charge,
Lies spread wide and hope is scarred.
Rulers mad, their dark creed known —
Satan’s seed has fully grown.



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Rashists

To strike the tallest towers down —
Rashists follow orders bound.
A cruel contest set to scar —
A child’s eye as battlefield’s star?

Fascists, Rashists — one vile breed,
But skies will clear, their fate decreed.
Criminal marks branded deep,
No statute’s mercy theirs to keep.

The brave folk of Nenka’s land
Will sift the fiends like cursed sand.
They guard their freedom, dignity —
Fascist scum to graves, let be.

Their armor’s dust — no shield remains,
Their hate will fall with final pains.



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Rashists strike with orders grim,
Fascist scum — the world grows dim.
Brave will sift the fiends like sand,
Freedom’s sword in righteous hand.



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Rashist beasts, no mercy shown,
Tearing down what’s not their own.
Scum of fascist blood and lies —
Their fate’s in fire, where justice flies.



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Rashist Reckoning

They strike the towers, blind and cruel,
A twisted game, a heartless rule.
A child’s eye marks their savage play,
Dark shadows cast where children stray.

Fascists, Rashists — one vile breed,
Fed by hate and ruthless greed.
But skies will clear, the truth will claim
The criminals, marked by shame.

No statute bars the coming wrath,
Their trail of blood — a deadly path.
The brave of Nenka stand as one,
To turn their hordes to dust and sun.

With freedom’s sword and honor’s flame,
They’ll burn the fascist scum to shame.
No armor saves the evil throng,
Their reign ends where justice’s strong.



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The Flow

Today the propagandists
Spout lies in endless mist.
Tons of filth pour down the drain,
A stench that kills like acid rain.

It’d fell a horse, no doubt,
But still, our fool stands stout.
The deaf are stunned, confused,
By fascist lies abused.

So not their faces —
But their backsides take the races.
Fascists boast with pride so vile —
For liars, barriers fell awhile.

From screens the gray mass pours,
Nothing but shit in endless scores.



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Propaganda’s toxic flood,
Spewing lies like burning mud.
Not their faces, but their backs —
Fascist filth exposed and cracked.



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The Kunstkamera

A blind man led the way ahead,
A mute passed orders, none but said.
A crippled fool was at the helm,
A deaf one followed, lost in realm.

A handless craftsman built the scene,
A legless courier moved between.
A soulless priest the church did make,
A madman set the grim example’s stake.

A dullard taught the natural laws,
A cruel doctor dealt his claws.
A miser fed the crowd with trash,
While wisdom’s voice was always cast.



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The Kunstkamera

A blind man led — sure, what a guide!
A mute barked orders from inside.
A crippled fool sat at the throne,
While deaf ears made the madness known.

A handless craftsman built the show,
A legless courier ran the low.
A soulless priest staged hollow rites,
A madman crowned the dreadful sights.

A dumbass taught what nature meant,
A sadist doctored punishment.
A miser’s greed fed all the trash —
While wisdom’s voice was kicked to ash.



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The Kunstkamera

A blind man marched — the grand parade,
A mute gave orders — all obeyed.
A crippled fool played king of clowns,
While deaf men spun the world upside down.

A handless builder slammed the nails,
A legless courier told the tales.
A soulless priest held hollow mass,
A madman led the circus farce.

A dullard schooled in nature’s lies,
A sadist doctored alibis.
A miser fed the stinking heap —
While wisdom drowned in shadows deep.

Welcome to this freakish show,
Where sanity’s the last to go.



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Goblins and the Gnome

The goblins listened close and tight —
The gnome promised them a goblin’s right.
But promises soon cracked and broke,
A vile, dumb, and wretched joke.

All pledges built to trap and lull,
A bait to keep the mind in lull.
But waking finds the world’s diseased —
Rot, stench, decay, the floor’s uneased.

That bottom planned by gnome’s own hand:
One goal — to crush, destroy the land.
These goblins, like a cancerous sore,
Believed the lies, then bred some more.

No thoughts or spirit rise or flow —
Their petty world is set to show:
To be “happy,” always bow and nod —
For gnome’s a god, their iron rod.



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Goblins hooked on gnome’s deceit,
Promises cracked beneath their feet.
No spirit left, just blind obey —
The gnome’s god-rule leads minds astray.



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“Headless Horsemen,” or Long-Distance Runs

"Intellectuals don’t run marathons fast."
— Vladimir Kireev, late marathoner and coach.


A marathon was run. The work
Is fit for fools — that’s just the perk.
The highest bar? A thirty-mile,
Beyond that, body’s out of style.

Long is the time for healing slow,
But forward drives the strong-willed go.
Usually leads into a pit —
The pit of form lost bit by bit.

Don’t mind the fools who run ahead —
The “headless horsemen,” so they’re said.
Better stick to simple moves,
And life will smile, bring joyful grooves.

After running — sweet reward,
Body needs it — can’t be ignored.
Aerobic stress it craves,
And mental calm it always saves.

The psyche’s rarely ever fine,
While trapped in Hell’s own dark confine.
So running’s super-yoga, friend —
Till thirty miles, God willing, end.



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Total Box

A punch, a knockout — strength’s my law:
To strike a face’s almost raw.
Slave beats slave, the master’s glad
The fiend won’t raise his hand — how sad.

Against those who build hell’s own pit,
The global media backs their hit —
Distracts with games, with wars, a show,
While fools watch on, caught in the flow.

The foe is only near, they say —
A slave who dares to stray away.
A different tongue, a different creed —
They’ll tear his throat if he won’t heed.

A fascist order spans the land,
By varied names they make their stand.
They plant the lie: “You’re free,” they shout,
While neighbors serve the dark devout.

A grayish darkness cloaks the earth,
It drags the world down to the dirt.
They showed us “AIDS,” and CowID —
And reason here is nearly killed.



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Punch and knockout, rule of law,
Slave beats slave, and tyrants draw.
Media distracts with lies and war,
True foes near—don’t trust the score.



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The Horseman Rode the Seine

Bots float down the river’s flow —
Olympians riding slow.
Behind them, rides a twisted fiend,
A grim-faced psycho, dark and mean.

He drags a flag flipped upside down,
Prepared to raise it o’er the town.
What fools must be to fail to see
This flag’s a sign of blasphemy.

A symbol dark of Satan’s reign —
The Horseman brings Armageddon’s pain.
The world bows low to fascist reign,
Where reason’s cast out, lost, in vain.

They showed it all through CowID’s lie,
And fresh wars burning in the sky.
You must be vile to call this rod
Of Darkness ancient, not a fraud.

Before each event, it taps the drum,
A sign that horrors soon will come.
No subtle meaning here at all —
Just beasts who turned to scum and thrall.

Such wicked symbolism
Marks times of evil’s reign.
The world’s in change — but none benign:
A spiral deep in Satan’s sign.



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The horseman rides, the flag’s reversed,
A sign of darkness, fate coerced.
Armageddon’s voice is clear —
Fascism’s shadow looms so near.



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The Writing Brotherhood

Accusations often sound,
We don’t try hard, just spin around —
Lessons lost on shallow lives,
Where God’s own spark no longer thrives.

All our efforts feed the beast —
A rotten fascist, vile feast,
Built on cretinism’s base,
A toxic, sickening disgrace.

True fools are few, they fade away,
But overall — we’ve lost the way.
Changes come, but only worse,
A world descending in its curse.

So poems, blogs — we write in pain,
In this pitiful domain.
It’s needed, though it hurts to say —
In this sad and broken fray.

It hurts to speak in words the craze,
The madness, wildness that now stays.
Surrounded by fools’ blind sight,
Horror, despair become the right.

We won’t end life with a dot,
But with a half-spoken plot.
Let the verse be sharp and keen,
A blade to cut through dull and mean.



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United Packs

The jackals run as one fierce pack,
Charging forward, no way back.
Mind and conscience melt away,
Reduced to filth, they lose their way.

These jackals—no humans at all,
Nor monsters in propaganda’s thrall.
They’re freaks served up on devil’s plate,
A feast for fiends—sealed is their fate.

The Rubicon is crossed, no flight,
No turning back to human light.
Terrible reckoning will fall,
Once jackal’s lost, they’ve lost it all.

All soulless beasts now bound to rust,
Sent to scrap, consumed by dust.
The world chokes in this filthy haze,
Not peace, but rot, these bitter days.



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Jackals run as one dark pack,
Mind and conscience fade to black.
No return once Rubicon’s crossed —
Soulless beasts forever lost.



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Darkness

Darkness — fascist power’s reign:
No lower fall, no greater pain.
Not long ‘til you’re lost and tossed —
Like the jaws of Hell, all crossed.

Hell incarnate, here it stands,
Betrayer, fiend with bloody hands.
“Commander” now, the mind’s disgrace,
Reason’s curse, a brutal face.

No longer world, but beastly cage,
Fools rejoice in rage and rage.
For freaks, a twisted, foul parade —
Submit, and you’re the monster made.

Fight relentless, stand your ground:
Beneath fascists, life’s not found.
Wake from lies and clear your eyes —
See the slime, this vile disguise!



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Darkness

Darkness reigns — fascist’s curse,
A fall beyond the deepest worse.
Not far now — the abyss calls,
Hell’s own jaws devour all.

Hell made flesh, a traitor’s face,
A fiend who rules with cruel disgrace.
“Commander” now, the mind’s demise,
Reason crushed beneath dark skies.

No world left — a zoo of pain,
Fools rejoice in madness’ reign.
For monsters, a cruel charade —
Submit, become the beast they made.

Fight unyielding, break the chain:
Under fascists, none remain.
Shatter lies, reveal the slime —
This loathsome, vile, eternal grime.



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Darkness Falls

Darkness — fascist nightmare’s grip,
No depth remains beyond this dip.
A yawning chasm swallows whole,
Hell’s jaws clamp tight around the soul.

Hell reborn in traitor’s breath,
A fiend that drags the world to death.
“Commander” crowned in reason’s grave,
The mind enslaved, no will to save.

No earth remains — a cage of beasts,
Where madness reigns and terror feasts.
Monsters march in cruel parade,
Your soul consumed, your light betrayed.

Resist or drown beneath the night,
For fascists snuff the flickering light.
Wake from falsehood’s choking slime —
Or perish in the end of time.



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Fascist Filth

The Gestapo, cops in line,
Filthy guards of FSIN’s sign.
Prosecutors — dog packs growl,
All of them in darkness prowl.

The master — something not quite human,
A Kremlin dwarf, a vile goon.
A double’s thrall, a servant’s role,
This land? A madhouse swallowing whole.

Not long will last this fascist night,
For light will break and win the fight.
Even in this filth and grime,
The dawn will come — it’s only time.



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Gestapo dogs and dirty guards,
Fascist filth behind the bars.
Kremlin’s dwarf, a twisted pawn —
But light will break, a brand new dawn.



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Double Meanings

Reader — brain-digger, sifter keen,
Unraveling the “double mean.”
Usually there’s no thought at all,
Clear nothing in the messy sprawl.

You waste your time — beware the muck,
Thousands here, a fatal pluck.
Seek grains of truth so you don’t break,
For all this filth drags down the stake.

The bottom’s pierced, all beaten flat,
Or slandered lies by fascist’s spat.
No hope beneath this stinking ruse —
Just shattered truth and vile abuse.



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Double Meanings

Oh reader, digging through the muck,
Chasing ghosts that don’t give luck.
No real thoughts beneath the slime,
Just endless drivel, waste of time.

Why waste your brain on heaps of crap?
Thousands more — a fatal trap.
Search for truth? Good luck with that —
It drags us all beneath the flat.

The bottom’s broken, beaten down,
Or smeared with lies by fascist clowns.
No secrets here, just twisted schemes —
A circus filled with shattered dreams.



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Fools and Trifles

Trifles, trifles, trifles all,
Nonsense, nonsense — heed the call.
Fools, fools, fools, the same refrain,
Clutter, clutter — pointless strain.

Synonyms packed in every line,
Repeats that circle, intertwine.
Yet it’s the fools who hold this sway,
But don’t disturb the dolts’ display.

Touch a trifle, bruise your pride,
Like a fool who stumbles wide.
A stone upon a narrow track —
Just step around, don’t argue back.



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Fools and trifles, nonsense too,
Same old words, but nothing new.
Step on stones, avoid the fight —
Better skip their pointless spite.



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Fools and trifles, endless waste,
Dumb repeats with no good taste.
Step on stones? Just walk away —
Debates with idiots? No way.



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Fools and Trifles

Fools and trash, a stinking pile,
Idiots babble all the while.
Step on stones? Just leave them flat —
No fight with scum, ignore the rat.

Their empty words like poison spit,
No sense, no truth, just endless shit.
They prance around in shallow pride,
But wisdom’s flame’s been long denied.

Debate? A trap for fools to fall,
Their noise — a blight that chills us all.
So close your ears, reject the pest —
Save your strength for real contest.

They bark like dogs, but bite is none,
Just empty threats beneath the sun.
Their minds are locked in shallow graves,
Drowned in lies, devoid of braves.

No room for fools in wisdom’s hall,
Their babble only builds the wall.
So spit on noise, dismiss the clown,
True power wears no foolish crown.

The fool’s parade will soon decay,
Their shallow games will fade away.
But shadows creep where light once burned,
And twisted truths remain unturned.

In darkest pits their echoes roar,
A curse upon the fractured core.
Yet from the depths, a fire will rise —
To scorch the fools and burn their lies.

The weakling’s cry, the empty boast,
Are whispers lost on barren ghost.
Their kingdom built on rotted ground,
Will crumble, crash, no grace be found.

For every lie they’ve spun so tight,
A reckoning will claim the night.
No mercy waits for those who breed
The poison sown in word and deed.

So hold the flame, keep fury sharp,
Cut through the lies, ignite the dark.
The fools may howl, but none will stand
When truth burns bright across the land.



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Super-Idiots

It’s suffocating. Shameful. Grim.
Rot and madness at the brim.
Play it raw, with nerves on edge —
Don’t expect from us a pledge.

Sold our souls for tin and “glory,”
Honors steeped in fraud and story.
Crafted lies — supreme and hollow —
That’s our “art.” No need to follow.

Touch us not — the stench is spreading.
Bureaucrats decide what’s heading.
We perform what’s been assigned —
Fake applause, and cash aligned.

Standards? Lies and flattery.
Truth? A dead accessory.
Led by Goats toward the flame,
Bleat in rhythm — that's the game.

One false bleat — and off they go,
Toward the Chimera’s fatal show.
Trusting freaks who weave deceit
At every soulless, bloated meet.

Dal would faint if he could see
How “super” now’s the highest fee.
How deep the idiot’s bowed spine,
A Super-Fool by grand design.

To save this world? It’s far too late —
“Super” trumps all higher state.
The whole damn thing is truly rot —
And lies are what the Super-Idiot’s got.

Lies are crueler, bolder, darker,
Truth is now a buried marker.
Dying like Dal — is that the way?
Pour us all one last clich;...



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Super-Idiot Creed

They march to lies, they cheer decay —
Each goat-led fool just bleats "Hooray!"
Truth is dead, and art's a fraud,
Their medals minted straight from God.



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The End of Light

Selfish little errands,
Blindness, fear, and spite —
Idiots in torrents
Speeding into night.

Few remain who feel it,
Few whose hearts aren’t dead —
But this world will steal it,
Turning souls to lead.

Masks revealed the vermin —
Now the truth is clear:
Scoundrels rule the sermon,
Fiends parade as “dear.”

Evil finds a haven,
Swells in fool-fed might.
Spirit’s light is fading —
Time to end this blight.

Judgment comes with thunder,
Crashing through the shame,
Stripping lies asunder,
Torching every game.

Better start salvation
At the final gate.
Some will know elation —
Sheep shall meet their fate.



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Endgame

The mask came off — the filth stood proud.
Now Light retreats. The grave gets loud.
Let sheep go down. The truth will rise.
The few will burn — then cleanse — the lies.



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Gentlemen of Misfortune

“Villainy is the only solid ground on which a man may firmly stand.”
— M. Saltykov-Shchedrin, "Modern Idyll", 1883


We, the Gentlemen of Loss,
Wear no tears — we bear no cross.
Freedom’s mind — the price is steep:
Always trailing in the sweep.

No elbows thrown to steal a seat,
No pacts with butchers in the street.
We loathe the bribe, despise the pack,
Their “unity” — a swarm attack.

They unite on petty evil,
Not a dream, but base upheaval.
Even Saltykov once said:
“Truth is wasted on the dead.”

We, the Gentlemen unfavored,
Hold one task that’s truly savored:
Hear the soul — ignore the noise,
Strip away their plastic toys.

Spirit-knights — we stand alone.
Mind without the soul’s a stone.
Things are simple once you see:
Kill the lie, and speak what’s free.

Yes, the knight walks paths deserted,
But he’s hardly broken-hearted.
Fleeting life in this abyss —
Only Spirit holds true bliss.

Soon a storm will clear the slate:
Shame became the planet’s fate.
And for filth that fed this flood —
Let them burn in cleansing blood.

There is life beyond the blaze —
But the Spirit tests and weighs:
Do your task — and make it right:
Reignite your inner light.



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Knight of Spirit

Let the mob eat lies and gold —
We walk flames, but don’t grow cold.
Truth is exile. Light is pain.
But the Soul must rise — again.



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The Next Generation

Google trash, and social fever,
Zen-like sludge from YouTube's sewer —
Censorship becomes the weaver
Of a dull, obedient viewer.

Add their “colleges” and “classes,”
Nursery-school for drooling masses,
Toxic news and slave-like labor —
Here’s your worm. And here’s his neighbor.

Chances now to break the chain
Are so slim — it feels insane.
Truth be told, the war is lost:
Rotten minds at any cost.

A Pavlov mutt is what they’ll breed —
And AI gives the dog its feed.
The rare ones not turned into swine
Will lose access — by design.

The system’s eye will cut their ration,
And ban their steps without permission.
The “pawns” won’t help — they’re in submission,
Obeying every damn transmission.

And thus will History conclude:
If your grandsire bowed and cheered,
You’ll march in step — chipped and subdued —
While Klaus the Butcher grins, revered.



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Next Gen Programmed

They trained the dog, removed the spark —
Now Silence rules, enforced and dark.
The pawn obeys. The soul is banned.
The Butcher’s chip is in your hand.



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Darkness of Filth

Overkill.
Overrun.
Dragged through swill.
Truth undone.
All defiled.
Violence off the chart today,
Lies in layers choke the way.
Every effort to create
Turns to breeding rot and hate.

Spirit slandered, mind debased —
Cynic smirks in reason’s place.
What remains? Just stench and grime —
This is darkness made of slime.



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Filth Reigns

Truth is choked, the mind betrayed —
Rot and lies parade in shade.
Light is banned. The whores applaud.
Welcome to the reign of fraud.



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Silencing Truth by Pseudoscience

Shocking facts are swept away,
Under tables — hidden deep.
Pseudoscience rules the day —
Fool if you believe their leap.

Their wild theories fall apart
Once the facts come crashing through.
Pseudoscience — mind’s bomb blast,
Soon the end is overdue.

Dumbing down goes on for years,
A new camp built to rot and rot —
Digital decay appears,
For fools trapped inside the plot.

Monsters build it fast and cold,
While catastrophe draws near.
But that storm will sweep and hold —
Smash fascism’s poisoned sphere.

Global fascism’s here, revealed
In plagues like CowID’s game.
Tremble, worms — your fate is sealed —
Shame and ruin is your name.

The honest soul who won’t betray,
Will leap to worlds fresh and clean.
Yet decay’s last spiral stays —
Madness grips the rotten scene.



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Truth Silenced

Facts get buried, lies deploy,
Pseudoscience kills the joy.
Fascists tremble — end’s in sight,
Pure souls rise beyond the night.



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The Magician’s Box

A zombie-box — a true marvel,
Rabbit’s not your common marvel.
It’s a seer, looking forward,
Feeding talking heads, the ward.

Down come circular decrees,
Sent by Houdini — master keys.
Audience cheers the staged charade,
Blind to traps the show has laid.

Stanley Kubrick directs the scene,
Mastermind of lunar dream.
Forgery so crude and wide,
Like CowID — drags worlds to tide.

In an instant, all’s undone,
Falsehood’s reign has just begun.
Cinema eclipsed by lies,
Magician’s box deceives our eyes.

It spreads in minds dull and mean,
Lost, degraded, dark and lean.
Building camps digital,
Minds infected, very ill.

Sadly, many such exist —
Earth is lost in their dark mist.
All will burn, then start anew —
No more tricks — just floods of untrue.



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Magic Box

Lies drop fast, the rabble’s fed,
Houdini’s tricks — the masses led.
False moon flights, the world’s descent,
Digital camps of dark intent.



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Suckers

Suckers,
Like fleas —
So they began to crush
In this evil age.
To kill them all —
The beast’s supreme task.
Worse than fleas,
That beast remains.
Only luck is found
By those who’re not dumb hounds.



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Suckers’ Fate

Like fleas, they crawl and choke,
Crushed beneath the beast’s stroke.
Only fools get caught and burned—
Luck’s for those who’ve learned.



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So-Called "Power"

The gang called “Power”:
Kill and steal — their hour.
Scum always on the rise.
For people — only demise.

Leave the Hell — it’s ruled
By a fiend, cruel and cruel.
Happy to destroy all souls,
Depart — then curses roll.

People serve as food,
In darkness, lies, and crude.
“Listen close to what we say —
Or we’ll crush you anyway.”



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Gang of Power

Kill and steal, the scum’s delight,
Crush the people — end their fight.
Hear their lies, obey their game,
Or be broken all the same.



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The End of the Regatta

"We’re all participants in the race,
Rowing hard to win our place,
For glory, gold, and pleasures sweet,
Wine, beauties, and all the deceit.
Envy eats our souls inside,
Who grabs more, who’ll swell with pride.
Consumption grows, production stalls —
The race goes on as reason falls."
— From Treasure Island’s song.


The regatta’s over now —
No turning back, no final bow.
It’s also checkmate, cruel and cold —
No more tricks, no moves to hold.

We’ve reached the shore — no more to sail!
Spirit, Mind have ceased to prevail.
Only cops remain in sight —
When Honor’s lost, there’s only night.

This is average, sadly true.
Think critically — your odds are few.
Yet cycles churn, the ocean’s sway —
Destruction comes to clear the way.

All will be wiped away soon —
Ending madness, like a tomb.
Folly’s grown too long, too wide,
Time to purge the great divide.



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Regatta’s End

No turning back, the race is done,
Spirit killed, the truth outrun.
Madness reigns — they’ll burn it down,
From wreckage rises new renown.



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The Wretched Regatta

“We’re all racers in the race,
Rowing hard to grab our place,
For glory, gold, and wine’s embrace,
For beauties, and the rat race pace.
Envy eats the soul inside —
Who can grab the bigger tide?
Consumption grows, but work’s behind —
This race is rigged to crush the mind.”
— From Treasure Island’s song.


The regatta is a price:
To “success” — pay the vice!
But if your brain is full of fluff,
Your prize will be—an empty bluff.

Along the way you’ll sink and drown,
Pulling many spirits down.
If you wake, you’ll understand —
You’ve drifted deep to Hell’s own land.

Few will wake from mindless craze,
Lost within the dazed malaise.
The soul’s gone missing in the mess,
Drowned in chaos and distress.

The ones who lead? They’re cruel and brute —
Rude thugs with Satan’s suit.
If your vessel’s weak and thin,
Break the bottom — fight to win!

Or shame will flood your lowest part,
A sea of filth that breaks the heart.
You’ll drown within the media’s sea,
Breathless, lost in misery.

With such news, you’ll turn a fiend,
If you heed the evil scheme.



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Wretched Race

Drown in lies the media spews,
Fiends are bred from twisted news.
Break the hull or sink in shame,
Only fools obey the game.



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The Fools’ “God”

An outcast land —
More like a scare.
With you, that scum —
God of fools, declared.

Maybe just a double —
Fools trance-bound deep.
Reason’s faded, humble —
Lost in decadence steep.



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Fools’ God

Scum’s your “god” — a twisted farce,
Fools in trance, lost in the dark.



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Zombies and Scum

Zombies and scum, scum and zombies,
Bastard propagandists on the rise.
Hell incarnate — this “combo” frenzy —
Where victims are the foes, if wisdom dies.

Zombies more fearsome than the trash,
Regime’s last stronghold, fascism’s lash.
It tears apart all that’s “art” —
Hybrid war’s dynamite, fools’ part.

Those zombie armies worse than foes,
Once trampling native lands and homes.
Dark forecasts for the puppeteers,
Spiritual death, a noose appears.

It strangles, kills without return —
Soulless robots, no heart to burn.
Humanity’s scarce in every space —
Thus dawns the age of vile disgrace.



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Zombies & Scum

Zombies crush what’s left of light,
Scum fuels lies, sustains the fight.
Soulless bots, no hope remains —
Darkness spreads its cursed chains.



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Social-Realism’s Curse

"Social-Realism — and what of it... The most hated phrase for me. Social-Realism is art’s death. Social-Realism is art devoured by boors, incompetents, philistines, scoundrels, crooks, fools in high seats. Social-Realism — a term with no true meaning. Social-Realism — nothing, zero, void. Nature abhors a vacuum. So this talentless void called Social-Realism instantly filled with filth and dishonor, scum without conscience or soul. No talent needed to suck this teat called “Social-Realism.” Just know the game, and your bankbooks will grow! Social-Realism means awards and ranks!"
— Oleg Dal, from his diary.


Vysotsky and Dal were crushed
By that nonsense, pure and raw.
Promises of carnal paradise —
Nothing but the vilest law.

A cesspool for the talentless —
A golden breadland’s guise.
But for the folk — the vampires lurk:
First dull the mind’s bright eyes,

Then suck away their honor —
Drain their spirit dry.
Fueled by greed and arrogance,
In devil’s service lie.

Many joined that wretched scheme —
“Cut down, smash, and take!”
Wretched beasts constructing hell,
For creatures made to break.

Built it fast, and just as quick,
To guard their piles of gold —
In savings books and treasures deep —
Their fortunes to uphold.

They crushed the rotten Soviet mess,
That stinking, foul disgrace.
Capitalism reborn anew —
Yet folk sweat in vain’s embrace.



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Social-Realism’s Hell

Art devoured by scum and greed,
Fools rewarded for the deed.
Vampires suck the people dry,
New chains forged beneath the sky.



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Changes in the Hellish Spheres

Can Cipollino — just a vegetable —
Defeat the Darkness’ wild assault?
Only demons will be reckoned,
By severing the head’s default.

The former Lord of this cruel world
Will torture, start anew the reign.
The “idols” too will rally fast —
Hell’s reborn to haunt again.

They’ll paint it over swiftly,
Propaganda strong and loud.
Minions sprout up quick as sparks —
“Fatherland’s loyal crowd.”

Claiming worth and iron will,
The farce begins once more.
The sheep will trust these “laws” again —
Blind fools led to the floor.

“New” education dulls the mind,
Turning sheep to empty shells.
Deceit herds all to sacrifice —
A pack of lies compels.

“New” faiths rise with Satan’s base,
Hidden depths of darkest sin.
Only few will pierce the veil —
They’re branded filth within.

Again all sinks to rotten core,
Decay returns to claim the night.
The demon (once a child’s plaything)
Builds his “Super-New” blight.



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Hell’s New Game

Demon cuts the old king’s head,
New hell’s painted, lies widespread.
Sheep believe the latest scheme,
Darkness fuels the endless dream.



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A Bad Deal

"A lifebuoy turned a collar tight."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec

"Dignity — above all, dignity,
So those who grant the gifts don’t drag you
To the stall and stuff your mouth with hay."
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko


“Saviors,” “rescuers,”
“Givers of gifts,”
Spent great effort —
To turn us all to beasts.

Each put in a collar — from childhood bound,
Only few find strength and means to stand their ground.
But these few can’t shake the herd today:
Reason’s just a mirage — two thirds idiots sway.

Clinical fools, plus a quarter mad,
A rotten deal: devils rule the pad.
A crooked thief just one step below —
This is the state of the world we know.



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Bad Deal

Lifebuoy turned collar tight,
Saviors drag us into night.
Fools and madmen rule the land,
Devils guide the traitor’s hand.



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The Land of “Pu-du-gi”

Pu-Pu-Pu — the double’s here, Putler.
Du-Du-Du — a fool who trusts all fear.
Gi-Gi-Gi — but not old Hitler’s guise:
The Kremlin scum just mocks and lies.

Doors locked tight in “bunker” gloom —
Filming’s canceled, Botox’s doom.
The speechwriter’s lost the knack,
One guard even slipped the track.

Soon the rats will scatter wide —
The ship is sinking, no place to hide.
In Kremlin halls they quake with dread —
All promises are dead and fled.



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Putler’s Fall

Rats scatter as ship goes down,
Bunker doors and Botox frown.
Kremlin lies have lost their might —
Darkness swallows all their fight.



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Abomination

Roofs are pierced,
Souls have vanished.
Fainter grows
The Light, now banished.

Crushed from all sides —
No salvation near.
Fascism praised
As if a cure, sincere.

Only fire can burn the pit —
Of fools and fiends that sit
Crooked, spawn of Hell,
In this cursed shell.

Yet the Sun still shines,
Burning filth away.
All this abomination
Will answer one day.



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Rot Burns

Roofs cracked, souls lost to night,
Light fades under crushing blight.
Fools and fiends, the pit must burn,
Sun will come — their fate will turn.



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Fight — Don’t Submit!

Don’t trust, don’t bow —
Send fascism to hell somehow.
Build community, unite,
Salvation’s in this fight.

Crush the lies, all lies that spread,
Multiply the truths instead.
Fatal “power” of the herd,
Don’t give them a single word.

Meet force with force — but wise,
Cast off weakness, clear your eyes.
We are nearing final days,
Soul’s salvation in the frays.

Don’t heed scum who preach the dark —
Or you’ll be lost, erased, no mark.



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Fight Back!

Don’t submit, don’t trust the lies,
Smash the scum before they rise.
Truth’s your weapon, soul your guide,
Stand and fight — don’t step aside!



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Fascism and Fools

Putler’s old,
But slavery’s new:
The zombie box now rules the crew.
All the fools
Like logs in stacks —
They pile them high, no turning back.

What then? They’ll be laid to rest —
And burned away, if dumb’s the test.
Worldwide fascism’s spread,
The meek fool’s voice is dead.

Lies and hysteria flood the air,
No shore in sight — a sea of despair.
Fools listen, deaf and blind —
Polluted Earth, a world maligned.

The whole world’s lost in sheepish trance —
The herd’s caught in a fatal dance.



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Global Fascism

Putler rules, the slaves obey,
Zombies march and fade away.
Fools like logs stacked high and deep,
Sheep who follow fall and sleep.



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Fascist Guts

Fascist guts put on a show:
Bragging, violence, bluff and blow.
Lies — the powder of their hate,
Turning countries into pens of fate.

Donkeys, sheep, and swine abound,
The worst of beasts make up the ground.
Mostly guilty for this shame —
Slaves to belly’s cruel game.

Souls and thoughts sold cheap for swill,
Food and drink their only thrill.
For this, wars sting like poison’s bite —
Scum must answer, face the fight.

So few remain with hearts that care,
While beasts grow bolder, thick with snare.
And fascist fools, more cruel, more blind,
Grow darker still, with hate combined.



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Fascist Guts

Bragging, bluff, and deadly lies,
Beasts that crawl beneath the skies.
Souls sold cheap, the wars ignite,
Scum must fall to end the night.



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Paperwork in the Madhouse

Screen’s black soot,
Easy to snuff,
Spews its lies,
“By decree” — rough.

Says only paper,
Without a sign,
Hard to call
A valid line.

These moments show
Madhouse symptoms clear,
That all the world’s
In fascist fear.

Everywhere —
This rotten game,
A global madhouse,
All the same.



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Paper Lies

Screens spew filth, decree the fake,
Paper’s worthless if no sign they make.
Madhouse grips the world so tight,
Fascism’s shadow blocks the light.



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“Art”

Lacy husks of second-rate,
All that’s called the “art” we hate.
Nonsense piled to heights absurd,
But when stubborn craftsman’s stirred,

He will raise that nonsense high —
To peaks that scrape the sky.
No middle ground — just good or bad,
A stink, a shoe, a toilet pad,

Can be shown as “art,” you see,
To fools and fools’ society.
Monsters have the orders clear —
“Crush the wise with art’s veneer.”

Flush your strength down porcelain bowls,
Art as valve that drains our souls.
You’ll become a hollow shell,
If in that false hope you dwell.

At first it charms with pretty lies,
Then boredom’s dull, your spirit dies.
Only chaff and fools delight,
The touchy weak cling to the night.

Here the Spirit’s at the core,
No Spirit — just a rotten bore.
Flee the darkness, servants’ schemes,
If you’re yet a wounded dream.

This chaos grinds and grinds you down,
But let them loose — they’ll end the town.
Only Spirit keeps us strong,
Think how to break chains so wrong.

Where’s the spark for Freedom’s flight,
In this half-baked, soulless blight?
It’s a festering sore, a lie,
Feeding rotten hearts nearby.

Hearts that rot as flocks amuse
Their lusts and whims — false comforts’ use.
For fiends the pain is sweet,
Beneath thick fascism’s beat.

Where is fight against that hell?
The shameless art won’t tell.
Shots fired blank, no aim or spark —
All is gloom and bitter dark.

Exceptions? Maybe one or two,
But I ignore the chosen few.
Time for honor, truth to rise —
Yet rot advances, vile lies.

That filth serves fiends on call,
If Spirit’s alive, it must stand tall.
Speak the truth that saves the day,
Sell not your soul or run away.

The world’s in grave, soon cleansed anew —
So cast the thief and lies from view.
Judgment Day will come in time,
Death for servants of the crime.

Only truth will then survive,
While foul art can’t stay alive.
Stench so strong, a butcher’s blade
Could chop this rotten masquerade.

Today through film, the scum convey
Their filthy schemes in foul display.
Reclaim your Spirit, fight the lies —
Too soon to write the Spirit’s demise.

Though in the fight you fall and fade,
Your soul’s saved in the fiery blade.
Say “No!” to fate so dull and cold —
Burn the framed lies you’ve been sold.

If sent by demons’ call,
Stop believing in that thrall.
Mad world’s sailed to Hell’s abyss —
Fight to save your soul in this.



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Art’s Rot

Second-rate, lace thin and fake,
Craftsmen build the cruelest fake.
Spirit lost — all turns to waste,
Freedom’s spark crushed, dreams displaced.

Fools applaud the hollow show,
Fiends in shadows pull the flow.
Fight the lies, reclaim the flame —
Burn the falsehood, break the shame.



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Sports on the Zombie Box

"You can easily remove me from the game,
I’m weak before the strong — I shame,
But stop me by force? No, never!
When football calls, I break through clever!"
— Vladimir Vysotsky, 1971


Physical culture — always fine,
Beginner’s sport, a hopeful sign,
Until the Party hack takes seat —
Then sports become a trap and cheat.

In that machine of lies and spin,
The sporting world’s a game to win
By fools whose god is “success” —
A mask to hide the deep distress.

But truth — that “success” is fake,
A curtain drawn for eyes to break.
“Give me a slave of newer breed!” —
The Party hack fulfills the deed.

Energy flushed down the drain,
That’s what this sport will help sustain.
The world’s now in a phase extreme —
Of slavish trance, a dulling dream.

Fools think they’re free to heed
The lies that serve their twisted creed.
With falsehood, one can kill and spite —
While drowning out the inner light.

Distraction’s needed — games are key,
To blind the world we fail to see.
Under fascism’s foul rod,
No country’s free beneath the sod.

Fake countries, fake wins, all bought,
With doping’s poison deeply wrought.
No trace of reason will remain,
Only fear and madness reign.

That Party hack once wore red’s crown,
Now sells his soul, lets freedom down.
He serves fascists with zeal extreme,
Preparing souls for death’s grim scheme.

The goal: to kill the Spirit’s fire,
And wielding lies as dark desire.
Football, archery, fill the mind,
While truth and light fall far behind.

At matches, nations hold their breath —
Blind to the growing shade of death.
The best are killed in darkness deep,
While propaganda’s dung they keep.

The world is one vast lie machine,
Where sport’s the greatest show obscene.
Russia turned to Uganda’s place —
A lost and empty, shameful space.

Even sports are torn apart,
Fascists rule and crush the heart.
One stubborn box of zombie lies
Deludes the herd with empty cries.

The people herd, all over,
Feed them shows and empty cover.
The world has turned to stinking scum,
Where hell’s own “paradise” has come.

Such “sports” reveal the rotten core —
Exposing them leads to Hell’s door.
Only memes remain to spread
The psychic virus — minds are dead.

Seek the Path, build your commune,
Leave this global madhouse soon.
There are still some Men who stand —
Not every soul can be made bland.



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Zombie Sports

Slaves to screens, the sport’s a trap,
Party hacks run every map.
Fools cheer lies, the Spirit dies,
World’s a stage for twisted lies.

Doping wins and fake acclaim,
Fascist rule, the people’s shame.
Break the herd, reclaim your soul —
Fight the darkness, make it whole.








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Гимн Травоядных

Да пребудет с тобой Толерастия!
Отведёт неудачи, несчастия:
С травоядными будешь счастливым,
Хоть пасут по соседству с обрывом.

Если блеешь ты мирно, пастух
Наградит и излечит недуг —
Шмурдяками заколет: чрез вены
У копытных грядут перемены.

Также будет Загон Цифровой
С электронной большой головой.
А твоя голова — для жеванья,
И загадывать чтобы желанья.

Рай грядёт! Эй, баран, не зевай:
Вдохновляйся, ягнят воспитай
В подчинении, благоговении
Перед новью — гибрид-поколением:

Чип вживят всем под шкуры, тогда
Не заблудишься ты никогда:
К комбинату дойдёшь вместе с стадом.
Не на мясо — там вывеска "Радость".



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Смерть Истины

"Истина обычно лежит посередине. Чаще всего без надгробия".
Станислав Ежи Лец.


Истина лежит в могиле.
Отпевает правду... жлоб.
"Правдолюбцы" замочили —
Не досталась прочим чтоб...




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Зависть гложет и умножит
Шквал безумия в тебе.
Может Душу уничтожить,
Вместе с страхом, во злоб`е.

А заправить плотно ложью
Искорёженный сосуд —
И спасти уж невозможно:
Всласть пугают, знатно врут.

Для завистников созд`али
Пирамиду дураков.
"Наверху" всегда там врали —
Ложь прочнее всех оков.

Отрешение, критичность —
И нет веры, ничему
Не завидуешь: цикличность
Суеты, в ней смерть уму,

Осознаешь. Перевёртыш
Мир безумный и гнилой.
В нём различия все стёрты,
Если думать головой:

Коль бездушен, уж не важно
В пирамиде где застрял.
Думай и борись отважно
С Злом, иначе ты пропал.



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Истина — удел немногих:
Нужно думать и дерзать.
Заблуждения — убогих
Свойство. Их не сосчитать.   




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Жить свободно, благородно
Нам мешают алчность, страх.
Лжи навалом => всё ущербно:
ТВАРИ мир низводят в прах.

Выкинь ложь, забудь страх, жадность
Выжги — ставкою Душа:
Главным в ТВАРЯХ беспощадность —
Уничтожить Дух спешат.

Осмысленье, противленье
Станут главными, тогда
Не допустишь удушенья
Искры божьей никогда.




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Чтение стихов во Всемирном Дурдоме

Стихи "читают" боты
На сайте, на моём.
Народу нет: работа
Как "в стол". И с каждым днём

Сильнее ощущение,
Что скоро пропаду
В Дурдоме: разложение
Во страхе, в лжи, в бреду

Чертою общей. Это
Коль отразишь в стихах,
Чернь скажет: "Ты с приветом!"
И скиснешь на бобах,

Когда оценки в`ажны.
А коль наоборот,
Напишешь стих отважный,
Хоть не оценит сброд.
Зато ты непродажный —
Такой вот оборот.



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Полная чаша нового Цифрового Загона

"Кто свернул с дороги в ад, того не испугает предупреждение: "Это дорога в никуда!"
Станислав Ежи Лец.


По дороге в Новый Ад
Травоядный двинуть рад.
Есть дорога в НИКУДА,
Но чураются стада. 

Этот Ад, Другой — известно:
У кормушки пусть и тесно,
Стрижка всё ж по расписанию,
Ежедневные заклания

Упорядочил пастух,
Много развлекухи — слуг
Подрядил пастух на это.
Называет это бредом

Прочь идущий. Оных мало:
Может в их уме пропало
Охранительное свойство —
Страх, за ближних беспокойство,

Вера пастуху? Придурок —
Прочь идущий: много шкурок
Ты туда не приведёшь,
Как пить дать, сам пропадёшь.

Новшества к тому ж — "заботой"
Окружили идиотов:
"Лечат" даже не-болезни,
Комбинат теперь болезней —

С вывеской "Всем овцам — радость!"
Толерастией всю гадость
Добрым словом называют.
Овцы сыты, вновь мечтают.

По дороге в НИКУДА
Нет, не двинутся стада.
Строится к тому ж Загон,
И как чаша полон он.




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Реальность кота —
Она непроста:
Кругом сволота.
Отравят: нет — да?




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Наша вера
Без примера
Вянет: нужен "акробат"
На кресте => и дурень рад.


Вариант. На кресте => придурок рад.




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Прикончить страх —
Вот путь к Уму.
На всех парах,
Коль ложь в суму —
И за окно:
А вера — Духу своему.
Долой дерьмо! —
Бросай, само
Не испарится.
Мудрец Вдаль мчится.
Ему лишь можно поклониться...



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В конце пути в "Райский Сад"

"Святые люди" и писания —
Замшелой ложью истязание:
Чем старше ересь, тем вопросов
К ней меньше, и тем больше спроса,

Ведь дурни верят — невозможно
Трындеть веками. Осторожность
Ко лжи знакомых, а политик —
Авторитет, бодряк иль нытик.

Так ложь господствует веками
И всюду правит дураками.
"Святой" получше, чем заборы
Удержит в Стойле, коль укором

Он станет для любых сомнений
В устройстве мира. Впрочем, мнений
СВОИХ в том Стойле очень мало —
Уменье размышлять пропало

Почти у всех. А единицы
Не в силах изменить Ослицы —
Десницы Ада — власть над стадом.
Борись — иль в Аде станешь гадом.

Козёл Рогатый иль Ослица,
Всё как в писаниях — лишь мнится:
Бесплотны ТВАРИ, чрез гибридов
Здесь правят — сыновья Аида

Для мертвяков авторитет,
Ведь гонят им посконный бред.
Не мертвяков в Бедламе мало —
Душа во многих в нём пропала:

Намордник это показал,
А также лжи девятый вал,
Устроенный в говнид-эпоху —
С умишком, право, очень плохо...

Что ж, деградация в зашкале.
Чрез ложь в Бедламе мы пропали.
Поможет Ярый Катаклизм,
Сметая геноцид, фашизм.

Есть Мир Духовный — единицы,
Кто к Виденью всегда стремится,
Туда; иные — в Новый Ад
С названьем "Старый Райский Сад".


 




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To Be or Not to Be?

Forgive, forget — and rot in fear,
In lies, in filth — or strike the gear
Of CREATURES’ schemes, to make it clear:
You must defend the soul held dear!

The soul — or skin? That’s truly key.
All else is poses, blasphemy.
They flood the mind with mimicry —
While Darkness drains you endlessly,

Sucks loosh from those who blindly serve
The petty fiends with twisted nerve,
Who clone their madness, curve by curve —
Each cycle dumber, more perverse.

The soul’s collapse — that’s death indeed.
To rot and worship Earth as "creed,"
A stinking fool in thought and deed —
A slave of Trash, in spirit-need.

Awake! Resist! Aspire high!
No matter how the cowards lie —
The end is always still the same:
This skin will crumble into flame.

The Digital Camp is nearly here,
Built by the weak, the sick, the drear,
With broken will and shadowed mind —
So shout: "To HELL with Filth Designed!"



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To rot in lies — or rise and fight?
The soul must blaze — or fade to night.
Say NO to Trash, to fear, to shame —
Or be a slave, devoured by Flame.



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Obey — and rot. Resist — and be.
Your soul’s not fuel for tyranny.
Say FUCK their lies, their soulless game —
Let cowards burn in coded flame!



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Manifesto: Soul or Slave

You kneel — you rot.
You doubt — you're caught.
You chase their rules —
You're sold and bought.

You call it peace?
It's death in slow.
Obeying fiends
That smile below.

The lies they breed
Are made to bind —
To rape your will,
To steal your mind.

You think you're free?
You own your fate?
You’re just a bug
In a coded state.

The Skins will burn.
The Souls will rise.
The war is real —
No sweet disguise.

No Savior comes.
No screen will save.
You're either flame —
Or data-slave.

So break their god,
Their sacred shit.
Their world of ash
Deserves NO wit.

Refuse. Rebuke.
Unplug. Resist.
Or you’ll be lost
In their Black List.



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Black Flag with a Beam of Light Instead of Skull and Bones

Step by step — the path of might:
To seek the truth, destroy the lie.
A black flag pierced with beam of light
Means: Never run when Darkness’s nigh.

Walk the beam as on a road —
No clown tricks, no safety net.
This path is for the pure of soul,
Who stretch a moment into depth.

They scorn the smoky masquerade
That Darkness paints across the sky.
No theories help — no myths, no aid —
Be filled with self, and never lie.

All answers live inside your chest.
Ask questions that the Light ignites —
Not just to guess, but seek the best,
And never flinch from truth in sight.

The beam is thin — one slip, you fall —
As fast as pissing down a wall.
But rise again, admit your flaws,
And next time, stumble less — that’s all.

The road of Light is razor-clear.
Its law is simple: Walk it, true!
Abandon this decaying sphere —
No soul gets saved in such a zoo.



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A beam on black — no skulls, no bones:
Just Light that cuts through lying thrones.
Step on the path — or rot below.
The soul is lost if you don’t go!



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For the Cowards Who Stay

Stay in the dark — enjoy the rot.
No Light for you. No second shot.
You mocked the beam, betrayed the way —
Now choke in lies you called "okay."



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Cries under the Flag of Light

1.
The beam is thin — but pure and true.
It leads beyond this dying zoo.

2.
They kneel in fog and beg for chains —
Then curse the sky for all their pains.

3.
No skull, no bones — just Light that burns
For those whose spirit still returns.

4.
A moment stretched — a soul awake.
No faith in gods — no rules to fake.

5.
You want no path? Then rot in place.
The void will kiss your fading face.

6.
Theories crumble. Fear will rust.
The only law: Become. Or dust.

7.
No one will save you. Walk or die.
The Light won't beg. The beam won't lie.

8.
Their "truths" are traps, their "world" — a cage.
The Light is war. The path — pure rage.

9.
Not for the loud. Not for the proud.
The beam speaks only to the bowed.

10.
Step up. Step through. Burn clean. Be still.
The Light obeys no lesser will.



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BLACK FLAG OF THE BEAM
No skull. No bones. Just Light.


Prologue:

We raise no bones, no pirate sign —
But Light that cuts through every lie.
Our flag is black to mark the night —
Our path: a single thread of Light.

This beam is thin. This beam is fire.
It leads beyond the swamp, the mire.
It calls the few. It burns the rest.
This war begins inside your chest.


Battle Cries:

The beam is thin — but pure and true.
It leads beyond this dying zoo.

They kneel in fog and beg for chains —
Then curse the sky for all their pains.

No skull, no bones — just Light that burns
For those whose spirit still returns.

A moment stretched — a soul awake.
No faith in gods — no rules to fake.

You want no path? Then rot in place.
The void will kiss your fading face.

Theories crumble. Fear will rust.
The only law: Become. Or dust.

No one will save you. Walk or die.
The Light won't beg. The beam won't lie.

Their "truths" are traps, their "world" — a cage.
The Light is war. The path — pure rage.

Not for the loud. Not for the proud.
The beam speaks only to the bowed.

Step up. Step through. Burn clean. Be still.
The Light obeys no lesser will.


Final Formula:

To walk the Beam is not to win —
But to reject the rot within.
The soul alone must choose the flame —
Or vanish nameless, lost in shame.



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Check, Check... and Soon — Checkmate

The “literary process”? Please.
It’s never real — just a disease.
One writes, alone. The rest’s a show:
The hype machine decides the flow.

And as for readers? What a crew —
Three-fourths are cretins through and through.
They swallow junk with glazed delight,
Their inner world — a sorry sight.

All’s ruled by clout and mass appeal —
In books, in politics, in "zeal"
For "science." Same old baited hook.
It makes you dream of rope — and look,

Here come the mugs — those soulless hacks,
With zero thought, and bloated stacks
Of “critics,” “papers,” all for hire —
Self-funded lies they so admire.

And some will whine: “The Soviet times
Were better — purer, more sublime…”
Shut up, you idiot. You forget:
That age was censorship and threat.

A hundred banned and deadly themes
Ensured that silence ruled your dreams.
And those who wrote — but wouldn’t lie —
Were forced to rot or dumbly die.

Or else — they'd tweak the Party slop,
Add “thought” like spice atop the slop,
And thus become — what irony! —
A traitor to sincerity.

This “literary process”? Dead.
The reader now? A walking head
Of mush — who can’t discern a line,
Yet babbles, "Brilliant! So divine!"

This is the world. And where it goes
Is downward fast — the darkness grows.
The blood runs cold, the end is black:
Checkmate is near.
For now — just check.



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No process here, just empty noise,
Where fools applaud their hollow joys.
The past was chains — the present’s shame,
Check, check, then checkmate ends the game.



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Poem of Protest
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


Poem of Protest — Part 1

1. The Empty Stage
The playwright’s gone, the scripts are fake,
The crowd still cheers their own mistake.
A hollow dance on rotten floor —
No soul remains, just endless roar.

2. The Cult of Noise
They sell the lie, they buy the fraud,
Applaud the masks, applaud the clod.
Truth buried deep beneath the scroll —
The price? The death of every soul.

3. The Silent Killers
Critics vanish, words run dry,
While fools parade their alibis.
The pen is dead, the page is blank —
Yet fools still worship at the plank.

4. The Broken Mirror
Reflecting lies, distorted, cracked,
A world of truth forever lacked.
The mirror’s shards cut deep inside —
Where dreams and honor slowly died.

5. The Final Call
Awake or rot — the choice is yours.
The gates are closed, the iron roars.
The silent scream beneath the night —
A spark, a flame, or endless blight.


Poem of Protest — Part 2

6. The Puppet Show
Strings pull the crowd — they dance, unaware,
Who’s the master, whose cold snare?
Their voices whisper, empty, weak,
Held by those who build the mask they speak.

7. The Cult of Fame
They’ll sell their souls for empty light,
A fleeting glow on hollow height.
Where value’s built on lies and show,
No rules exist, no laws to know.

8. The Virus Words
Words like poison seep in veins,
Mindless spittle cloaks the plains.
Laughter masks the silent cries,
When weak is thought, and truth denies.

9. The Lost Horizon
Light is lost, and meaning gone,
Darkness lingers deep upon.
Yet in the heart, a spark remains —
A flame that wakes and breaks the chains.

10. The Last Resistance
Rise up, fight, believe no lies,
Their net’s a trap of shadows’ ties.
And though they scream, “No words remain!” —
We’ll be the light that breaks the chain.


Poem of Protest — Part 3

11. The Fading Light
The dimming spark in eyes once bright,
Extinguished now by endless night.
But even ash can flare and burn —
When souls decide it’s their turn.

12. The False Prophets
They preach their lies in gilded halls,
While justice crumbles, honor falls.
Their words are chains that bind the weak —
But truth is louder than they speak.

13. The Rotten Core
Beneath the mask, the rot begins,
A hollow shell of mortal sins.
No mask can hide the foul decay —
The stench of lies will rot away.

14. The Silent War
No guns, no bombs — just quiet death,
As falsehood steals our very breath.
A war of shadows, lies and schemes —
To kill the hope that fuels our dreams.

15. The Rising Flame
But from the ash a flame will rise,
A fire blazing through the lies.
No chains can hold the will to fight —
The soul’s rebellion ignites the night.


Poem of Protest — Final Part

16. The Breaking Chains
No more the lies that bind and blind,
No more the silence of the kind.
The soul breaks free — a storm is born,
To tear the veil, to shatter scorn.

17. The Reckoning
The gates will crack, the walls will fall,
The tyrants hear the rally call.
No more their puppets, no more their reign —
The people rise to break the chain.

18. The True Awakening
The dawn is born in hearts afire,
No cage can hold the fierce desire.
The light inside begins to swell —
A living force no lies can quell.

19. The New Horizon
Beyond the night, beyond despair,
A world rebuilt with utmost care.
Where truth and courage lead the way,
And darkness fades to break of day.

20. The Eternal Flame
So hold the torch, keep burning bright,
Defy the endless creeping night.
For in the soul, the flame survives —
The fire of all our fearless lives.



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Chains are snapped — no more control.
The soul ignites, consumes the whole.
Tyrants fall — the people rise.
Light explodes — kills all their lies.

Dawn breaks fierce — no cage can hold.
The flame burns wild, defiant, bold.
Hold fast the torch, fight through the night.
The soul’s eternal, roaring light.



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The Brain Does Not Create Consciousness

"It would be as absurd to deny consciousness to an animal because it lacks a brain, as to claim it cannot eat because it lacks a stomach."
— Henri Bergson


Consciousness lies beyond the brain,
The brain’s a mere conductor’s chain.
“Mechanism” — a threat disguised,
Yet people swallow it, unprized.

Spiritual truth’s beyond the mind,
Logic’s limits leave it blind.
“Knowledge” claims that dig so deep,
But drags the world into the cheap.

A crafted trap — artificial,
The more the madness grows in all,
The tighter Press of CREATURES’ thrall,
Darkness rules — false science’s call.

Consider well — the belly leads,
And cattle mind obeys those creeds.
So many cattle in the fold,
CowID shapes their dough, controlled.

Begin again — explore this shame,
This plague that drags down reason’s flame.
Disgrace has conquered every sphere —
If “You are flesh” is what you hear,

Then know — you’ve sunk beneath the line,
A sign you’ve reached the deepest brine.



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Consciousness is not the brain,
Don’t bow to lies that cause your pain.
If you think “I’m just a shell,”
You’ve already fallen into hell.



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Brains don’t birth the soul’s pure flame —
Dumb beasts bow, but we reclaim!
If you buy the carcass myth,
You’re the fool — the system’s pith.

Fight the lies, break free, beware —
Or rot like cattle in despair!



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The Stupidity of a Broken Breed

"It’s easier to fool people than to convince them they’re fooled."
— Mark Twain


A simple fool, so sure it’s right —
Seven feet of lies beneath his flight.
In atmosphere of fear and haze,
The ship sails on to “Success”’s maze.

Don’t dare to shout, just for the fun,
“This is absurd, a lie, a run!”
The mob will turn on you like Pol Pot’s wrath,
Their battle fierce — no gentle path.

If you say: “Slavery’s all around,
And mad are those the chains have bound,
While tyranny in lies does hide,”
They’ll twist their heads, dismiss your side.

You’re crazy, they’ll say, and sane they are —
Like bulls that charge into the slaughter.
But fools became the world’s own meat —
No reason here for hell to greet.

Escape is only through the Spirit’s way,
No book will show the path today.
Decay is taught as normal now —
The devil’s law, the fatal vow.

Seek answers only deep inside,
Ignore all rules, the fools, the guide.
And dare to walk the road alone —
Don’t fear the truth, don’t bow, don’t groan!



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Fools all sail the ship to hell,
Blindly trapped inside their shell.
Truth’s inside — break free, don’t hide!
Walk your path with fire and pride.



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The herd’s a carcass — dumb and blind,
Fed on lies, by fools designed.
Wake up, rebel, tear the veil —
Or rot forever in the jail!



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Brains asleep, the herd’s a pawn —
Slaves to lies from dusk till dawn.

Truth’s a blade — they fear the cut,
So keep them blind, obedient, shut.

Rise, rebel, break your chains!
Or drown forever in their plains.

Lies breed herds of walking dead —
Wake up! Or rot under their tread.

Fight the herd, defy the lie —
Or perish silent, asking why.


Wake the dead, unchain the mind,
Leave the dull and blind behind.

False gods crumble, lies decay,
Only truth will light the way.

No more silence, no more fear,
Shout the truth so all can hear!

Chains of thought are meant to break,
Rise, revolt — for freedom’s sake!

Burn the veil, expose the scheme,
Turn the nightmare into dream.

No more fools to feed the flame,
Break the curse, reject the game.

Silent sheep obey the night,
But souls will rise and claim the light.

Falsehood’s web will tear apart,
Pierced by fire within the heart.

Lost in lies, the herd will fall,
Only rebels heed the call.

Chains are shackles of the mind,
Break them now — no ties to bind.

Truth is weapon, sharp and fierce,
Cut the veil — the soul to pierce.

Rise above the crowd’s dull roar,
Find the strength to fight once more.

No excuse to bow or kneel,
Only fire can make us real.

From the ashes, break and soar,
Fight the lies and fear no more.

Light the spark, ignite the flame,
Set the world anew, reclaim!

Chains that bind are forged in lies,
Cut them deep — let spirit rise.

Silence breaks when truth ignites,
Burning through the endless nights.

Fools will shout to drown the voice,
But rebels always make the choice.

No more lies to numb the soul,
Fight to take back what they stole.

Rise and roar, defy the pain,
Break the cage, destroy the chain.

Fear is weapon, forged to bind,
Slash it down — reclaim your mind.

Wake the flame that’s deep inside,
Let it burn, no place to hide.

Falsehood’s grip will crack and fall,
Truth will echo — break the wall.

No more slaves beneath the thumb,
Freedom calls — the hour’s come.

Strike the lies, expose the fraud,
Stand your ground, defy the god.

This is war — no truce, no rest,
Fight with fire inside your chest.

Chains will break — the truth will soar,
Light will flood the darkest door.

Rise, resist — the night will end,
Soul and spirit — none will bend.

From the ashes, born anew,
We reclaim the pure and true.

Hold the flame — the world will see,
The power of the brave and free.



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While the Talking Broilers

Does a chicken dream to fly?
Hardly — just to eat and die.
Fools believe it’s all just fine,
Among the CREATURES’ sick design.

A fool mocks the Spirit’s flight:
“Such nonsense!” — his empty spite.
Culture built to kill the mind,
So you’d rather stay confined.

Soulless drones, the stupid herd,
Only care for skin and word.
Like a broiler, dumb and blind,
Feathered fool of lowest kind.

Wings for chickens — useless past,
For bipeds, speech’s cast.
Newspeak’s fascism creeps in deep,
The PRESSURE mounts, the monsters reap.

Year by year the GENOCIDE
Ramps up with twisted pride:
Evil gods they worship blind —
A madman’s grip that chokes mankind.

CowID shapes the mass like dough,
Fail the test — and you will know:
Three quarters dumb, the scum will clear,
The Earth must purge what it can’t bear.

Cataclysms will consume,
Along with monsters in their tomb.
They sow idiocy’s seed —
Drive the filth — prepare to heed:

Strangle nonsense, break the chains,
Prepare your soul for flight’s domains.
Only Spirit’s path is true —
Or you’re a broiler fool too.



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Broilers talk — but never soar,
Feed their lies and nothing more.
Break your cage, take up the fight —
Spirit flies beyond the night.



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Broilers cluck, trapped in the pen,
Dumbed down masses — mindless men.
Reject the herd, break every chain,
Or rot in cages, numb in vain.


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Ruthless Calls — Flight of the Spirit
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


Feed the flock their daily lie,
While Spirit waits to soar the sky.

Caged minds scream in silent fear,
The path to flight is never near.

Blind they follow, dumb they stay,
While freedom calls — don’t turn away.

Break the walls, shatter the pain,
Rise above the broiler’s reign.

Flight is earned — not given free,
Only brave can claim the key.

Cages crack beneath the storm,
Spirits rise beyond the norm.

False comforts breed the dead,
Truth demands we break the thread.

No more sheep, no more chains,
Only fire in our veins.

Cluck no more, rise and fight,
Darkness flees before the light.

Broilers fall — the brave ascend,
Spirit’s flight will never end.

Chains are forged by fear and lies,
Cut them deep, reclaim the skies.

Dumbed-down masses clutch their cage,
But fire burns beyond their rage.

Broilers’ clucks are empty sound,
True flight breaks the solid ground.

Rise above the herd’s dull drone,
Make the spirit’s power known.

No more slaves to shallow ways,
Break the spell, ignite the blaze.

Silence fades before the cry,
Truth’s sharp wings will lift us high.

Fools may mock, but they will fall,
Only brave will heed the call.

Spirit’s flight is fierce and wild,
Not for weak or empty child.

Break the cage, unleash the flame,
Live your truth — forget their shame.

From the ashes, soar and claim,
Victory for soul and name.

No more chains to bind the mind,
Only freedom we will find.

Broilers stuck in shallow ways,
We will rise beyond their haze.

Fools may crow, but we will soar,
Spirit’s flight forevermore.

Break the cage of fear and doubt,
Let the spirit roar and shout.

Empty clucks won’t dim our light,
We are fire, fierce and bright.

Rise above the herd’s dull tune,
Chase the sun, outpace the moon.

Broilers feed on lies and pain,
We will break the cursed chain.

Spirit calls — will you respond?
Or remain the blind and conned?

Fight the dark, embrace the flame,
Live your truth — forget their shame.

From the ashes, we ascend,
This is not the final end.

Chains of lies will break and fall,
Truth will rise to claim us all.

No more silence, no retreat,
Freedom’s fire — burning heat.

Broilers cower, trapped in fear,
But the brave will persevere.

Rise above the dull and cold,
Claim the fire, fierce and bold.

Shatter walls that hold you down,
Wear your spirit like a crown.

Darkness flees before the flame,
Light will never be the same.

Fools may mock, but they’ll be dust,
Only truth commands our trust.

Break the chains, ignite the spark,
Lead the way out of the dark.

Spirit’s flight will never cease,
Rising upward, seeking peace.

Hold the flame — the fight is ours,
Victory is born of scars.

No chains strong enough to bind
The fire burning in the mind.

Fools may shout and crowd may jeer,
But the spirit conquers fear.

Break the silence, shatter lies,
Watch the falsehood’s empire die.

Every cage will crack and break,
Every soul will rise and wake.

Broilers trapped within their pen,
Can’t contain the hearts of men.

From the ashes, scorched and torn,
Rise the brave — the new reborn.

Light the torch and lead the way,
Through the dark to brightest day.

Falsehoods crumble, walls will fall,
Only truth will conquer all.

Raise your voice, unleash your will,
Fight the silence, break the chill.

Spirit’s flight will never end —
This is how the world will mend.

Fear is shackles, lies are chains,
Break them all, embrace the flames.

Broilers peck, but never rise,
We ascend to storm the skies.

False idols crumble to dust,
Only truth commands our trust.

Chains will shatter, walls will fall,
Freedom’s voice will roar and call.

Rise above the herd’s dull cry,
Let your spirit learn to fly.

No more silence, no retreat,
Victory is ours to meet.

Broilers cluck in empty trance,
We break free, begin the dance.

Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.

Shatter lies and break the mold,
Live the truth, be brave and bold.

From the ashes, we arise,
Burning bright against the skies.

Chains of fear will fall away,
Truth will lead the breaking day.

Broilers lost in shallow dreams,
We will rise — the light redeems.

Fools may sneer and mock the flame,
But the fire will stake its claim.

Rise, resist, refuse to bow,
Break the chains — begin the now.

Spirit’s wings will tear the sky,
No more sheep who fear to fly.

Darkness shivers, feels the heat,
Freedom’s song, a bold heartbeat.

Broilers trapped in endless lies,
Watch the phoenix as it flies.

Fight the silence, break the spell,
Only truth can break the shell.

No more fools to feed the crowd,
Only souls who scream aloud.

Rise, rebel, claim your place,
Light the fire, join the race.

Rise above the noise and fear,
Truth will shine and all will hear.

Broilers tremble in their cage,
We are warriors of the age.

Chains will crack and walls will fall,
Freedom’s anthem—hear the call.

No more lies to drag us down,
We will wear the rebel’s crown.

Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.

Break the silence, shout the truth,
Fight the lies and find your youth.

Broilers cluck but cannot fly,
We are destined for the sky.

Rise, resist, defy, create,
Only brave can change their fate.

Shatter chains and break the mold,
Live the truth — be brave and bold.

From the ashes, we arise,
Victory burns in our eyes.

No more silence, no more lies,
Raise your voice and claim the skies.

Broilers trapped in shallow play,
We will rise and lead the way.

Chains are broken, walls come down,
Light will conquer every town.

Fear dissolves before the flame,
Spirit’s fire will stake its claim.

Rise above the crowd’s dull roar,
Seek the truth and fight the war.

Broilers cluck but never soar,
We are lightning — hear the roar.

Break the cage and seize the day,
Light the path and lead the way.

Truth will cut through darkest night,
Guide the soul towards the light.

No more slaves to lies and pain,
Only freedom will remain.

Rise, rebel, break the chain,
Victory is ours to gain.

This is the moment — stand or fall,
Hear the clarion, freedom’s call.

Chains will break beneath your feet,
Rise as one — refuse defeat.

Spirit’s flame will never die,
Blazing bright against the sky.

From the ashes, warriors rise,
Fire burning in their eyes.

No more silence, no more chains,
Only truth and breaking pains.

Shout the truth, ignite the flame,
Let the world remember your name.

Rise above the darkened lies,
See the dawn break in your eyes.

Fight with heart, fight with soul,
Claim the freedom — make it whole.

Broilers fall — the brave ascend,
Spirit’s flight will never end.

Hold the torch — the fight’s begun,
Victory waits for everyone.



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False Identification with the Body as the Root of All Evil
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

They’ve glorified the meat-shell boldly,
Called Psyche cattle — dumb and lowly,
This fragile flesh, so weak, decaying —
And built a world not worth obeying.

They scrubbed out Spirit, Pure and Glorious,
From this grey world, so dull, laborious,
Where twitching freaks, diseased and hollow,
Are praised as “life” the blind now follow.

It’s easy thus to breed more madness
In this grand fraud, this world of sadness:
A vile exchange — the Soul's elision,
Replaced with beasts and their derision.

Not just a few were dumbed and twisted —
The CowID show was proof — we missed it.
No sense remains in this foul pen,
This world of lies and beastly men.

They dream of “freedom,” “honor,” “grace,”
While sinking deeper in disgrace.
All dignity is just illusion —
A herd enslaved in blind confusion.

Reject the body’s claim, defy it —
No task is greater, don’t deny it.
Thus Soul might rise through filth and lies —
Or else in Hell, forever dies.



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Meat is not Me

They sold the Soul for skin and bone —
Now filth and madness rule the throne.



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Burn the Lie

You are not flesh. You are the Flame.
Break free — or die in Beast’s false name.




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No Soul, No Light

They swapped the Soul for twitching meat —
Now filth and fear parade as "sweet."



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The Herded Lie

The body-thing is not your core —
It’s bait. Step in — and Hell's the door.



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Spirit or Slaughter

Forget the Flesh — or be enslaved.
The herd walks blind into its grave.



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Worship of Waste

They crowned the shell, denied the Fire —
Then knelt before the world of mire.



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Rot of the Mind

They praise the skin, ignore the Soul —
And wonder why the world’s a hole.



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False God: Flesh
They chant to meat and bow to slime —
Then gasp: “What happened to sublime?”



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Hell by Consent

You loved your shell and sold your spark —
Now sleep with beasts. Enjoy the dark.



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The Cult of Crud

They teach: “You're cells, you're bone, you're shit” —
Then ask why nothing holy's lit.


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You Are Not This

The body lies — it's just a trap.
You claim it's “you”? Then take the nap.



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System Update: Failure

They mapped the flesh, they tracked the brain —
But never touched the Soul in pain.



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Downward God

You traded heaven for your gut —
Now Spirit’s voice is cold and cut.



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Sacrilege

They mocked the Flame, they fed the beast —
Now demons gorge on man’s last feast.



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Mass Psychosis

The world applauds its own decay —
While Spirit screams: “Get out! Betray!”




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Know This

You're not the frame, you're not the dust.
You are the Light — or you are rust.



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Meat Mirage

They pet the corpse and call it “me” —
Then rot in self-idolatry.



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Kingdom of Swine

They crown their urges, grunt, obey —
While Light escapes in sheer dismay.



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Abort the Lie

No Soul survives the flesh-bound creed —
Unplug the meat — or let it feed.



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Blind by Design

They bred a species proud to crawl,
With Spirit trampled — bones stand tall.




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No One's Home

The shell walks on, the Fire gone —
Just noise remains, then dusk, then none.



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The Sacred Slaughter
They burned the Flame to warm the flesh —
And now pray hard beside its ash.



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Neural Chains

“I'm just the brain” — they bark with pride.
A dog, self-leashed, too dead inside.




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Flesh-Fiends

Devoted to digestion’s choir —
They fart at God, then beg for Fire.



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Hell Made Easy

Forget the Soul, exalt the skin —
And soon the devil marches in.



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Deified Dirt

They sing to blood, they praise the bile —
And call it sacred all the while.



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Anti-Soul Psalms
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT



I. Hell in Flesh-Tone


1. Worship the Husk
They pet the shell, deny the Flame —
Then wonder why the world’s insane.

2. Gut First
They traded stars for food and bone,
And called that "man" — and died alone.

3. No One's Home
The eyes still blink, the flesh still twitches —
But Soul is gone. Just haunted glitches.

4. The Holy Sludge
They crowned the bile and bowed to snot —
And asked, “Dear God, why burns the rot?”

5. Meat Mirage
They call it “self,” this lump of clay —
Then fear the dark they helped obey.

6. Kingdom of Swine
They grunted, fed, obeyed the gut —
Then cheered as Heaven slammed it shut.

7. The Flame Forgot
They joked at Light and praised the cells —
Now Spirit sleeps in meatbound hells.

8. Neural Chains
“I am the brain!” — they bark and hiss.
No spark. No Soul. Just cowardice.

9. Glorified Goo
They preach, “You're genes! You're slime in motion!”
Then drown in self-congratul'otion.

10. Abort the Lie
You are not skin. You are not mud.
Wake now — or choke on your own blood.

11. The Sacred Slaughter
They burned the Soul to feed the cow —
Then prayed for grace. Too late for now.

12. Blind by Design
They taught you flesh, denied the Fire —
Now truth itself is called a liar.

13. Sacrilege
The altar's gone, the beast is fed —
And saints lie bleeding, cold and dead.

14. Downward God
You kissed the gut, ignored the skies —
Then begged for truth with soulless eyes.

15. Hell Made Easy
Forget the Soul, exalt the frame —
And Satan signs you in his name.

16. You Are Not This
You are not dust, nor pulse, nor fear —
You are the Light. Or disappear.

17. System Update: Failure
They scanned the brain, they mapped the meat —
But missed the Soul beneath their feet.

18. The Herded Lie
The body's god, the crowd agrees —
While Spirit weeps on shattered knees.

19. False God: Flesh
They chant to meat and praise decay —
Then ask where wonder went — and pray.

20. Last Line
Deny the husk. Defy the fraud.
Or rot in filth — cut off from God.


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II. The Soul’s Revolt


1. Break the Shell
Enough of skin. Enough of bone.
The Soul will rise — or burn alone.

2. Fire Remembers
Though caged in meat, the Flame recalls —
It flared before these rotting walls.

3. Not Yours
This body's not your final face —
It is your trap, your tomb, your case.

4. The Inner Snarl
A whisper deep, beyond the brain,
Begins to grow — and snaps the chain.

5. The Silent Shout
You feel it now — that crack, that scream —
It isn’t thought. It splits the dream.

6. Revolt Begins
The crowd still chants, “Obey the clay!”
But Soul says: “Burn. I’ll light my way.”

7. Flesh Fails
The skin is weak. The nerves betray.
The Flame must punch its brutal way.

8. The Lie Unmasked
They said: “You’re this.” The Soul said: “No.”
Then tore through flesh in final glow.

9. Fracture
First comes the itch. Then inner war.
Then walls collapse. Then — Spirit roars.

10. The Hidden Edge
You are the cut that meat can’t heal.
The blade of truth. The flame they feel.

11. The Exit Plan
No savior comes to fix the flesh.
The Soul must leap. Or rot afresh.

12. Against the Herd
Let beasts kneel down to kiss their chains —
I walk through fire to break their plains.

13. Burn the Program
The script said “serve.” The Soul said “die.”
And lit the meat with holy cry.

14. Awakening
It’s not a thought. It’s not a dream.
It’s raw revolt — the Spirit’s scream.

15. This Is War
Not war of guns — but of the spark,
That rips through lies and leaves the dark.

16. You Were Flame
You were not made for sleep and slime.
You are the crack in death and time.

17. Soul Uncaged
It starts inside. It burns. It breaks.
It is the storm no flesh withstands.

18. No Pardon
No peace for beasts. No deal. No pause.
The Soul revolts — without applause.

19. No Middle Ground
You can't be half. You can't be meat
And hope the Flame will not retreat.

20. Strike Back
The shell still writhes. The lies still call.
But now — the Fire burns through all.


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III. Return of the Unseen


1. Beyond the Flesh
They looked for proof in blood and skin —
But truth broke through, unchained within.

2. I Am Not Here
You scan my flesh — you find a void.
For I am where your lies destroyed.

3. Eyes That Burn
The world went blind — but I still see.
The Unseen One returned as me.

4. Ghost of Fire
I walk unseen. I breathe no name.
But every step ignites the flame.

5. Light Is Back
You banned the Flame. You mocked the sky.
Now Light returns — and doesn't die.

6. No Pulse Required
No flesh, no breath — and yet I rise.
The Unseen Soul no cage denies.

7. The One You Buried
You cast me out — called me a myth.
But now I break what you live with.

8. I Am the Crack
In every fact, in every lie,
There’s me — the gap through which you die.

9. Return Code
No altar needs to mark my path —
The Unseen comes through shattered math.

10. Divine Saboteur
They coded death. I walked right in.
And lit their system from within.

11. Truth Has No Flesh
It needs no name, no skin, no crown —
It stands when all the lies fall down.

12. The One You Can’t Hold
No hand can catch. No cage can bind.
The Soul returned — and burned the mind.

13. The Final Witness
I saw the world devour the Light —
And spit it back as nameless fight.

14. Light with Teeth
I’m not a prayer. I’m not a sigh.
I am the Light that learns to bite.

15. The Voice Returns
It was not thought. It was not sound.
But now it shakes the rotting ground.

16. Data Denied
You mapped the flesh. You ran the scan.
But missed the part that isn’t man.

17. Beyond Their Frame
They wrote the rules in blood and bone —
But I was never theirs to own.

18. The Cold Awakening
No sermon lit this Soul in me —
Just pain — and how I broke it free.

19. The Name They Fear
The Unseen One has no disguise —
But speaks through truth that melts the lies.

20. Back to Burn
You thought me lost. You thought me gone.
But now — the Fire marches on.


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IV. Against the Flesh-Lords


1. Lords of Slime
They crowned the flesh, they ruled through skin —
Now comes the Fire, to burn their sin.

2. Deicide
They dressed in blood and called it grace —
I strike the mask. I scorch the face.

3. No Mercy Here
These thrones were built on strangled Soul —
I’ve come to crush their meat-made goal.

4. The Butchered God
They caged the Flame, called it a beast —
Now I return. And end their feast.

5. Strike the Temple
Their temple stinks of nerves and bone —
I tear it down. I stand alone.

6. Inverted Saints
They kneel to meat. They pray to glands.
I spit their psalms from bloody hands.

7. No More Prayers
The time for chants is dead and gone —
Now Dagger. Fire. Thunder. Dawn.

8. The Soul Returns Armed
Not with soft words, nor open hands —
But with the Force no meat withstands.

9. System Breach
Their matrix pulsed with bestial lies —
I hacked it with the Flame that flies.

10. Virus of Light
I am the glitch their world can’t hold —
A burning truth, too raw, too bold.

11. Tear Down the Flesh-Gods
Their thrones are wounds. Their crowns are rot.
I strike where Spirit says: Do not.

12. Burn Their Logos
The sacred scripts that praised the skin —
I torch them all. And truth begins.

13. The Soul Takes Aim
No compromise. No whispered plea.
Just target locked: monstrosity.

14. Gospel of Knives
Let preachers weep. Let butchers run.
The Soul has come with wrath as one.

15. The Smiling Tyrants
Their teeth were white, their lies were sweet —
But now — they kneel before defeat.

16. Light as Vengeance
You thought the Light would turn its cheek?
Now see it roar. Now hear it speak.

17. Exorcism
The beasts had thrones. The beasts had laws.
Now tremble, filth — the Fire draws.

18. Flesh Will Fall
Not just their mask, not just their name —
But all their kind will die in Flame.

19. Redemption Denied
You had your chance. You killed the Soul.
Now face the truth — and lose it whole.

20. The Fall of Meatdom
Your kingdom stank. You ruled with gore.
Now Dagger. Light. And flesh no more.


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V. The Throne That Was Never Flesh


1. The Throne Stands Still
No bone was laid. No blood was spilled.
Yet there it stands — untouched, unfilled.

2. Before All Skins
It ruled before the flesh began,
Before the birth of worm called “man.”

3. No Hand Can Build It
No stone, no cell, no brain, no shrine —
It is. Beyond your grand design.

4. Above All Programs
No code can reach, no data hold —
It thrones itself in fire, cold.

5. Crown Without Matter
No gold adorns. No face is known.
And yet — it's mine. It's mine alone.

6. The End of Fleshlords
Their towers fell. Their gospel burned.
And to the Real the Soul returned.

7. No More Lies
No mask remains. No myth survives.
Just Soul — as clear as lightning knives.

8. Spirit Unseated None
No war was won. No blood was shed —
The Flesh just left. The Lie was dead.

9. The Light Is Still
It didn’t fight. It simply was.
It never begged. It needed cause?

10. Not Conquered — Claimed
The throne was mine, not through attack —
But by the fact I once came back.

11. Home Is Not Form
I searched in meat. I searched in pain.
But found it all — beyond the brain.

12. The Last Illusion Dies
They said I was this thing, this frame —
Now silence laughs at such a claim.

13. Beyond the Pulse
No heartbeat sings. No breath, no skin —
And yet, it roars — that Flame within.

14. Before Beginning
It watched the first false dawn arise.
And waits where time itself complies.

15. The Throne Returns Me
I did not take. I was reclaimed —
By what I am — unseen, unnamed.

16. No Seat of Clay
I sit not down. I simply am.
The throne is Light. The throne is Flame.

17. The Ghost Becomes King
I was the whisper, now the law —
The beast is dust. The Soul is Raw.

18. The Name They Lost
I wore no crown, I held no land —
But now all shadows fear this stand.

19. The End of Scars
No flesh remains. No lies persist.
I sit where only Truth can exist.

20. I Am the Throne
No higher claim, no louder breath —
The Soul stands crowned — beyond all death.



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Growing Wings
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

Burrows won’t help soon enough —
The wretched world will burn to dust,
Hell of fools who sell their souls,
To evil bent, who won’t adjust

One inch to lighten darkness’ grip,
Their “comfort” worth more than the sun.
The crematorium’s new delight —
The stubborn fool’s last battle won.

They drag themselves back to their holes,
Rejecting all the other ways.
Strange how this world held so long,
If sold to rot and dark malaise.

If sins and lies have piled up high —
The bitter end is plain to see.
Though crowds deny the ugly truth,
Their blindness is their enemy.

Who’s crawled out of stinking dens,
And spread their wings to pierce the sky —
For them, a mercy’s given still.
For others, life’s a missed goodbye.

In holes, they miss the target still,
Spouting excuses dull and cheap.
Excuses stale, worn thin by lies,
Shameless, they sow what they reap.

Now time is short. The Soul’s grown faint
If one won’t fight the creeping dark,
Too busy guarding selfish peace —
A world will drown, a world so stark.

So Amen now! No prize awaits
The traitor selling out the light.
But wings, if grown, will lift you up —
And from this Hell, escape your plight.

A joyful path! Let fools gnaw bones,
A little while, before they break.
The rest is simple — burn the world
That’s rotten, vile, and full of fake.


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Flight Beyond the Burrows
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

1. Rise Above the Dirt
No hole can hold the winged mind,
When chains dissolve, new paths unwind.

2. Ashes and Flame
The world may burn — yet from the pyre,
We soar beyond the smoke and fire.

3. Wings Unfurled
With every beat, with every gust,
The soul escapes the pit of rust.

4. The Price of Flight
Not all will dare to leave the cave,
Some cling to comfort’s shallow grave.

5. Eyes on the Horizon
Look far beyond the narrow den,
Where light breaks chains and births again.

6. The Weight of Wings
To grow the wings is to endure,
The pain of loss, the truth obscure.

7. No Return
Burrows close behind like graves,
The soul now rides celestial waves.

8. The Silent Surge
No shout announces this ascent,
Just quiet will and deep intent.

9. Beyond the Night
Darkness fades where wings expand,
A dawn awaits, serene and grand.

10. The New Breath
From smoky depths to endless skies,
The spirit finds its true disguise.

11. The Unseen Call
Not all will hear the whispered plea,
But wings will rise eventually.

12. The Flight is Yours
No maps, no guides — the path you make,
With every choice, with each heart-break.

13. Against the Pull
Old comforts tug, old fears conspire,
Yet wings ignite a fiercer fire.

14. The Lone Ascent
Not crowds but souls who dare to rise,
Will touch the vastness beyond the lies.

15. The Burning Gift
To grow your wings is to be burned,
Yet from the flame, new life is earned.

16. Leaving Shadows
Burrows fade beneath your wings,
No more the chains, no more the stings.

17. The Silent Promise
The sky awaits with open arms,
To shield you from the world’s alarms.

18. Flight’s Reward
Not comfort now, but freedom’s song,
The place where souls and wings belong.

19. The Final Step
Leap fearless from the cage of bone,
The unknown sky becomes your home.

20. Wings Eternal
And when the world crumbles below,
Your wings remain — eternal glow.


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Wings of the Eternal Flame
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


1. Born from Fire
Not born of flesh, but flame and light,
The wings unfold beyond the night.

2. The Sacred Heat
Through burning pain and searing truth,
The spirit sheds the chains of youth.

3. Flames That Heal
Not all fire destroys and kills—
Some burn to forge unbreakable wills.

4. Flight of the Chosen
The wings that rise through ash and smoke
Are born where weaker souls have broke.

5. The Light Within
Each feather forged from purest glow,
A beacon in the dark below.

6. Eternal Dance
The flame that dances in the sky
Reminds the soul it’s meant to fly.

7. Beyond the Flesh
No flesh can cage the fiery heart—
It beats beyond, a living art.

8. The Unseen Wings
Though hidden oft beneath the veil,
Their power moves beyond the pale.

9. The Trial by Fire
Through heat and flame, the soul is tried—
Emerging strong, no more to hide.

10. The Rising Flame
Each flap ignites the endless sky,
The spirit soars and will not die.

11. The Inner Light
Not just a spark, but blazing sun,
The flight of truth has just begun.

12. The Flame’s Voice
No longer silent, weak, or dim,
The soul’s voice burns with sacred hymn.

13. Breaking Chains
The fire melts the iron grip,
The soul departs its sinking ship.

14. Wings of Fire
Not soft or gentle, fierce and wild—
The flame-born wings of freedom’s child.

15. Eternal Flight
No end awaits this blazing path,
No turning back, no aftermath.

16. The Flame’s Embrace
In burning heat the soul is wrapped,
A phoenix born, a soul unwrapped.

17. Light Beyond Time
The wings spread wide through endless space,
A timeless dance, a boundless grace.

18. The Fire Within
The eternal flame that never dies,
Ignites the soul, illumines skies.

19. Flight to the Source
The wings carry beyond the veil,
Where Truth and Light will never fail.

20. Ascension
The soul aloft, forever free—
Wings of flame eternally.


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Crown of the Infinite Sky
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


1. Beyond the Horizon
No limits bind the soul that flies,
It crowns itself beyond the skies.

2. The Infinite Crown
Not forged of gold, nor gem, nor throne —
But power pure, the soul’s own.

3. The Sky Awaits
The vast expanse, the boundless blue,
Invites the flame to pass right through.

4. The Sovereign Flight
No chains remain to weigh you down —
You wear the sky instead of crown.

5. Endless Journey
Each beat of wings extends your reign,
No end, no loss, no binding chain.

6. The Light’s Embrace
The soul becomes the shining fire,
The crown of light, the heart’s desire.

7. The Sacred Path
No earthly path could guide so well,
As flight where endless spirits dwell.

8. The Voice of Stars
The cosmos sings in whispered light,
A song of power, endless flight.

9. The Eternal Now
Time dissolves beneath your wings,
The soul awakes, the cosmos sings.

10. The Flame Unbound
No shadow can contain the blaze,
The crown shines bright in endless days.

11. The Cosmic Dance
Around the void, through endless space,
The soul performs its sovereign grace.

12. The Rising Tide
Waves of light that lift and guide,
The crown of stars, the endless tide.

13. The Boundless Heart
No walls confine the soul’s bright spark,
The infinite crown lights the dark.

14. The Sovereign Soul
No tyrant’s grasp, no master’s chain,
The soul alone holds boundless reign.

15. The Final Gate
Beyond all fears, beyond all pain,
The crown awaits — the soul’s domain.

16. The Flame Ascendant
The fire that grows without an end,
The crown of light, the soul’s best friend.

17. The Sky Within
The vastness lives inside your chest,
The crown of stars, eternal rest.

18. The Infinite Flight
Wings stretch beyond the mortal frame,
The soul transcends, ignites its flame.

19. The Unseen Throne
Not built by hands, nor carved in stone,
The crown’s a light that’s all your own.

20. The Crown of You
The soul is crowned — forever free,
The infinite sky’s sovereignty.



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Traveler of Hell

Shake off the dust of cities’ breath,
The dust of words you never knew,
The dust of friendship, hate, and death,
Of grief, of love — all ashes, too.

O, free man choosing liberty!
Your only friend in desert's face
Is wind that howls relentlessly—
A fleeting breath, a chilling grace.

The Hellbound Traveler walks alone,
His only mate—the desert wind.
Around him — blood runs cold as stone,
Yet wind dispels the fear pinned.

He yearns for Freedom’s distant light,
But Hell’s a myth, a hollow lie.
To smash this vile and fetid blight —
Deliverance beneath the sky.

Born within the herd’s tight fold,
A miracle — not just "like all."
To not become the stinking mold —
The fool who follows to his fall.

The city’s pen commands the speech,
Direct or veiled — obey the sheep.
Euphemisms when herds are breached —
Unknown the fire that burns deep.

The bright Flame that consumes the Soul,
“Friendship” twisted, love replaced.
The slave can’t love — he pays the toll,
Beneath the whip, his heart disgraced.

Whistles count as driving tunes,
Life traded for a bag of “carrots.”
Poverty dressed in jests and runes —
Myths everywhere, but soul still starves.

Dead children born to lifeless kin —
The vast majority — called “life.”
Armies of minds, corrupt within —
Schools and lies that breed the strife.

The slime devours all with ease,
Lies total, fears fatal and stark.
The city’s desert — herds appease —
Dragged to infernal camps, so dark.

The world plummets into the abyss,
One law rules here — obey, betray.
Monsters govern in the mist,
Hell grills life in fear’s foul play.

Fear’s the spit, and lies the coals,
Everything there is nothingness.
The herd won’t see beyond their roles,
They grumble faint — then quietness.

The wind in desert — only trace,
Spread your wings — seize this wild friend.
If you can rise, if just a space,
You’ll glimpse the “Paradise” they pretend.



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Hellbound Traveler

Dust of cities shakes away —
Dust of lies and friends’ decay.
Freedom’s choice — the desert wind,
Only friend where hell begins.

Blood runs cold, the myth unfolds —
Freedom lost in stifling holds.
Herd-born fool, not one of few,
Trapped in lies he thinks are true.

City’s voice commands the herd,
Words are weapons, twisted, blurred.
Friendship’s fake, love’s just a lie,
Slave beneath the whip’s harsh sky.

Dead kids, dead souls multiply,
Life’s a myth, just live, comply.
Lies engulf the world’s decay,
Herds obey, then fade away.

Wind remains — the last true sign,
Spread your wings — the flight’s divine.
Rise a little, see the veil —
Lost paradise beyond the hell.



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Music Played in the Living Room

Music played within the room,
The family seemed whole and bright.
But all was just a hidden gloom —
Discord ruled, out of the light.

A staged scene of perfect kin,
Yet real, not dream, this broken play.
Forget the praise — the truth within:
Alienation holds its sway.

When passion fades, and selfish greed
Commands the soul, the ego reigns.
No press escapes that selfish need —
Alienation’s lasting chains.

Passion dies; with stranger’s pride,
You’re trapped alone within four walls.
Hatred rises, deep inside —
Strongest in the mind’s dark halls.

Oppression grows, the dictator’s hand,
Fascism rages more and more.
At neighbors all their anger lands,
And strikes them crueler than before.

Radio plays within the room —
Through it, fascism’s silent knock.
But fools believe the voice of doom,
Believing Darkness sets the clock.

No love can thrive within the pit,
Where all the world is turned to dust.
Left is stench from lies that sit —
And fools obey the voice unjust.

War and plague have shown us all —
No civilization remains.
In minds, the beast begins to crawl,
With fear and lies and madness’ chains.

A few exceptions cannot heal,
When rot and lies spread through the land.
Mad creatures rule — the nightmare’s real —
Insanity’s cruel command.

The world bows low beneath the weight —
“Love” and “friendship” now seem insane.
If you’re not horrified by fate,
Your path to Light you’ve not attained.

Only in Light, in purity,
Can love in all its forms arise.
In this world of cowed cruelty,
They lie that love can never rise.



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Every Fool Has Their Own Method

Every fool has got a scheme —
A super method, so it seems:
To keep forgetting who they are,
To mimic reason from afar,

Spiritally barren, dry —
They swallow lies, won’t question why.
Obedient, they just comply,
No protest — let truth pass by.



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Fool’s Method

Every fool’s got one thing clear:
Forget yourself, ignore the seer.
Mock the mind, starve the soul —
Swallow lies, play the role.



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Thorny Verses

Not roses, but sharp anchar’s thorn,
For fools, no joy is freely born.
Only lies come free of cost—
A world of falsehoods, utterly lost.

They shove the lies to shake your core,
Fools smile while trembling more.
If given pause, they scheme again—
Manipulations never end.

Sharp verses pierce both flesh and soul,
And fools denounce with curses foul.
Thick shells protect their fragile minds,
Only thorns can clear such binds.

Thorns sting sharp—but not with hate—
An antibiotic to cleanse fate.
Chaos reigns, absurdity thrives,
Luck’s a myth; misery drives.

The worst is always set in place—
By fiends who craft the false embrace.
Creating problems, selling lies,
Offering decay in disguise.

Stealing all that once protected,
“For safety’s sake” — but all rejected.
Lies upon lies in endless spin,
Trapped in filth, no hope within.

Thorny verses — mind’s vaccine,
Against the filth and traitor’s spleen.
Don’t waste your time on useless trash—
Read fierce poems, fight the clash.

With fiends contend, no matter how cruel,
Though evil schemes to break your rule.
Just hold on tight, endure the night—
The world will shatter; God wills the fight.



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Thorned Words

No roses here — just thorns that sting,
For fools, no free joy these verses bring.
Lies shove, shake, and twist the mind,
Fools cheer while truth’s confined.

Thick shells guard the fragile brain,
Only thorns can break the chain.
Verses sharp, like spirit’s shot—
Fight the filth, forget them not.

Hold fast—this world will crack and fall,
Divine will breaks the darkest thrall.



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CowID and Post-CowID

Manic-depressive psychosis,
The “government” fell sick and mad.
A brazen fool, in bold diagnosis,
Raged wild before CowID had.

Then fools aligned, a seamless line—
No borders left, just endless blind.
The masses, dumb as bottle plugs,
Before the nonsense bowed like bugs.

The global madhouse shrouded all,
Rot’s scheme laid bare, beyond recall.
Two-thirds fools, the “sweethearts” sway,
While hidden fiends pull strings away.

The fools serve masters, lackeys meek,
With dirt and dirtier tales to speak.
Surrounded by the dumb and blind,
You cheer as death is close behind.

The madhouse spins, no rest, no cease—
A pause before new war’s release.
In Ukraine’s fire, the chaos grows,
The madness trusts the fiends’ imposed.

Again the global psychosis blinds,
Hope lost in lies that bind our minds.
A world of fools—no hope to spare,
They don’t give one damn, they don’t care.



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CowID Madness

Manic fools rule wild and blind,
Brazen fools lead all mankind.
Masses bow to endless lies,
Madhouse spreads, no hope — it dies.

Wars ignite, the madness feeds,
Fiends pull strings, fulfill their needs.
Truth is crushed, the fools don’t care —
A broken world gasps in despair.



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Phantasm of the Road to Hell

“Pan’s manna” — oily lies,
Each year darker, cold disguise.
Fools bow down and blindly go,
To Hell’s gates behind the show.

The road is strewn with false delight,
So thick, they’ll say it’s snowy white.
To hinder all who try to flee,
They follow close, they mimic “free.”

Just be like all — the easy trail,
On skis, on wheels, you will not fail.
You’ll reach fast all those “rewards,”
But crash and burn behind the boards.

They’ll claim success in twisted ways,
While souls are crushed in frantic craze.
The mind, too, breaks beneath the strain,
As “manna” feeds the blind insane.

Soulless fools protect their skins,
Speeding to the end’s grim sins.
The finish line — a cursed place,
Where all is lost without a trace.

Pan’s the shepherd, flock are fools,
Caring only for their skins and tools.
When all else’s lost and thrown away,
Destruction’s price is what they pay.



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Road to Hell

Pan’s “manna” slick with lies,
Year by year, the darkness flies.
Fools all follow, blind and quick,
To Hell’s abyss, their souls will stick.

The path is thick with fake delight,
Snow or lies — all dressed in white.
Copy herd, obey the game,
Crash and burn in Hell’s own flame.

Pan’s the shepherd, fools the sheep,
Skin’s their only care to keep.
When all is lost and left to die,
Hell awaits beneath the sky.



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Mouse Racket

A mountain gave birth to a mouse —
That’s man in this sad tale.
But outward calm veils the house,
A quiet, endless veil.

“He’s wise and strong,” they claim,
Feed him lies on a string,
Drive doubts far away —
Nurture pride in everything.

Kill the spirit with “religion,”
Call the mind “science” instead,
Multiply lies and derision,
Mockery’s poison spread.

Mock all layers of false life —
That’s the fiend’s goal clear:
Not a world, but rotten strife,
Swing it far from here!

The Creator has left the scene —
Filth moves in, quick to thrive.
A satanic feast obscene —
That’s why lies survive.

Regression thrives on lies and fears
That filth forces on the weak.
Trembling feeds the flood of sneers —
Falsehoods drown the meek.

Mockery is the filth’s desire —
To crush the Spirit’s light.
Rot grows under dark empire,
In Satan’s servants’ night.

Success? A slave who’s weak and small,
Two-thirds fools in thrall.
The mountain gave birth to a mouse —
A vile, degrading thrall.

If you don’t see, you’re asleep,
Or turned “like all” — mutant deep.

Mouse racket — life in Hell,
Drop it now, save your soul.
It’s worthless trash; farewell.
Inside yourself find the goal.

With lies you’re doomed to fall —
Among the rats, the rabble, all.



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Mouse Racket

A mountain birthed a rat,
That’s man — and that is that.
Calm outside, but full of lies,
Spirit crushed, truth dies.

Feed the fool his crafted scheme,
Kill the soul, crush the dream.
Science, faith — tools to deceive,
Mockery’s web they weave.

Filth wants spirit dead,
Rot grows, lies widespread.
Two-thirds fools, the rest asleep,
In the rat’s den, darkness deep.

Wake or fall among the rats,
Escape the hell of gnats.







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Цикл стихов на русском и английском языках "Отращивание Крыльев"


Отращивание Крыльев

Норы скоро не помогут,
Ведь сожгут мирок убогий —
Ад продажных идиотов,
Злу покорных, ни на йоту

Не желающих уменьшить
Свой "комфорт наиценнейший".
Крематорий нью-комфортом
Станет. Идиот упертый —

В норку тащит неустанно,
А иное ересь. Странно,
Что так долго продержался
Сей мирок, коль так! продался

Тьме тлетворной и убогой.
Коль грехов, обманов много —
То итог печальный ясен,
Хоть и пипл с ним не согласен.

Кто из нор тошнотных вылез
И расправил крылья, жилясь
Вверх вспарить, тому поблажка.
Для других вся жизДнь промашка.

Если в норах — мимо цели,
Оправдания хоть мелют.
Оправдания обрыдли,
Если лгут всегда бесстыдно.

Что ж, осталось очень мало
Времени. Душа пропала,
Коль не борешься со Тьмою,
Озаботившись собою.

Так аминь! Не жди награды,
Если был продажным гадом.
Крылья если отрастают —
Те сей Ад вмиг покидают:

В путь счастливый! Недоумкам
Всем пока чуток похрумкать.
Дальше дело всё простое —
Сжечь мирок, что столь ОТСТОЕН.


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Стихи на английском после всех текстов на русском.


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Философские размышления к циклу стихов "Отращивание Крыльев"


1. О природе духа и тела
Дух — не форма и не оболочка. Он не тождественен телу, хотя и живёт через него временно. Тело — всего лишь инструмент, средство, ограничение. Отождествление с телом — начало падения, корень иллюзий и страданий. Освобождение начинается с осознания своего подлинного «я» вне плоти.

2. Трансформация через боль
Рост крыльев невозможен без боли и жертв. Горение старого, ломка устаревших убеждений и привязанностей — не наказание, а очищение и подготовка к новому витку бытия. Без внутреннего пламени невозможен взлёт.

3. Свобода и ответственность
Отращивание крыльев — это не бегство от мира, а осознанный выбор идти собственным путём, несмотря на страх и непонимание. Свобода — не отсутствие ограничений, а способность принять ответственность за себя и свои решения.

4. Иллюзия комфорта
Комфорт — соблазн и капкан, в котором душа застревает. Истинное развитие требует выйти из зоны привычного, встретиться с неопределённостью и риском. Настоящее счастье рождается в движении и преодолении.

5. Единое и многогранное
Дух — одновременно единое целое и бесчисленные проявления. Крылья, которые мы отращиваем, символизируют способность видеть мир многомерно, не ограничиваясь узким восприятием. Раскрытие крыльев — раскрытие сознания.

6. Время и вечность
Временные рамки и земные условности — только оболочки. Истинное «я» выходит за их пределы, приобретая вечность. Взмах крыльев — метафора выхода за грани времени и пространства.

7. Конфликт света и тьмы
Внутренний мятеж — борьба между светом духа и тьмой материального обмана. Необходимость пройти через тьму, чтобы увидеть свет, неизбежна. Крылья — знак победы духа над иллюзиями.

8. Путь и цель
Путь к свободе не всегда прям и ясен. Он полон испытаний, падений и сомнений. Но цель — обретение целостности и истинной свободы — оправдывает любые трудности.

9. Единство с Источником
Окончательное раскрытие крыльев — возвращение к Источнику, воссоединение с первопричиной, с тем, что было до начала и что будет после конца.

10. Призыв к действию
Слова и размышления бессильны без действия. Отращивание крыльев — это призыв не ждать, не бояться, а смело взлетать, несмотря ни на что.


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Эссе к циклу стихов "Отращивание Крыльев"


Эссе 1. Дух и тело: начало пути

Человек, принимая тело за своё истинное «я», попадает в ловушку иллюзии. Это ложное отождествление становится корнем всех страданий и внутренних конфликтов. Тело — лишь форма, материальная оболочка, подчинённая законам времени, пространства и случайности. Дух же — нечто иное, вне этих ограничений, не имеющее привязки к физическому существованию.

Путь освобождения начинается с осознания этой разницы. Необходимо перестать искать смысл в том, что временно и изменчиво, и начать распознавать своё настоящее «я» — безграничное, свободное и вечное. Это осознание часто приходит через страдания и внутренний кризис, когда прежние ориентиры рушатся и открывается возможность для настоящего возрождения.

Отращивание крыльев — метафора процесса, когда душа постепенно выходит из нор, ограничений и страха, перестаёт прятаться и начинает подниматься над иллюзиями. Этот полёт — не бегство, а преодоление, внутренняя трансформация, осознанный выбор идти навстречу свету и свободе.

Те, кто не готовы к переменам, продолжают цепляться за ложный комфорт, но такой комфорт — это всего лишь тень жизни, подобие существования. Истинное развитие требует смелости выйти из зоны безопасности и встретиться с неизведанным.

Этот цикл стихов и размышлений — призыв к тем, кто готов отрастить свои крылья, кто хочет вырваться из плена иллюзий и стать хозяином собственной судьбы. Пусть каждый прочитавший найдёт в себе искру, которая зажжёт внутренний огонь и поднимет к свободе.



Эссе 2. Восстание души: пробуждение и борьба

После осознания иллюзорности телесной оболочки начинается внутреннее пробуждение — восстание души. Этот процесс нельзя назвать легким или спокойным. Внутри рождается конфликт, бунт против оков лжи, навязанных обществом, и укреплённых привычками и страхами.

Душа, словно пламя, разгорается в темноте, обнажая старые раны и внутренние противоречия. Это время испытаний, когда необходимо встретить страх лицом к лицу, разрушить иллюзии, которые годами служили оправданиями и преградами.

Восстание души — не хаотичный бунт, а осознанное движение к свободе. Оно требует силы, дисциплины и готовности отпустить прежнее «я». Это этап, когда рождаются новые смыслы и начинается настоящий полёт — несмотря на боль и сопротивление, несмотря на одиночество и непонимание.

В этом восстании кроется потенциал великой трансформации. Каждый, кто решается на этот шаг, становится творцом своей новой жизни, куёт свои крылья в огне внутреннего преображения.



Эссе 3. Возвращение истины: проблеск и обретение

Восстание души ведёт к проблеску истины, к возвращению к тому, что было забыто или скрыто под слоем иллюзий и страхов. Истина не приходит в виде громких откровений — чаще она тихая, тонкая, как лёгкий свет, пронизывающий мрак.

Возвращение истины — это не просто познание внешних фактов или новых идей. Это глубокое внутреннее прозрение, когда душа узнаёт себя в своём изначальном свете, вне тела, времени и условностей.

Этот процесс требует смирения и открытости. Истина всегда выходит за пределы разумных объяснений и привычных восприятий. Она освобождает, но требует отказаться от ложных убеждений и стереотипов.

Вместе с истиной приходит сила — не силовое насилие, а внутренняя мощь, позволяющая идти по своему пути с уверенностью и светом. Возвращение истины — это новый шаг на пути роста крыльев, новая вершина для восходящего духа.



Эссе 4. Борьба с ложью: путь внутренней силы

Возвращение истины неизбежно приводит к столкновению с ложью — как внешней, навязанной обществом, так и внутренней, корнями уходящей в страхи и заблуждения. Ложь — это не просто неверные слова, это система искажений, которые удерживают душу в плену, мешая взлету и росту.

Борьба с ложью — это вызов, требующий мужества и решимости. Здесь не место компромиссам и полумерам. Внутренняя сила рождается именно в момент отказа принимать обман за правду, иллюзию за реальность.

Эта борьба — не только с внешним миром, но и с собой, со своими тенями, страхами, сомнениями. Она требует честности перед собой и готовности разрушить привычные, но вредоносные внутренние конструкции.

Внутренняя сила — это не гнев или агрессия, а стойкость и ясность, позволяющие сохранить свет души, даже если вокруг мрак и хаос. Она ведёт к освобождению, к росту крыльев, способных поднять выше всех ограничений.



Эссе 5. Высшее предназначение: корона свободы

Путь души — это не просто бегство от страданий и иллюзий, не только преодоление внутренних и внешних преград. Это восхождение к своей высшей сущности, к тому, что можно назвать короной свободы.

Отращивание крыльев — метафора обретения способности видеть, чувствовать и жить в свете, не ограниченном плотью, временем и страхами. Это процесс трансформации, который приводит душу к осознанию своей безграничной природы.

Высшее предназначение — стать не просто свободным, но и мудрым, не просто летящим, а несущим свет в мир. Это принятие ответственности за своё бытиё и влияние на всё окружающее.

Корона свободы — не венец власти, а символ целостности и гармонии, достижение единства с Источником и с самим собой. Она означает завершение пути, но одновременно открывает бесконечность новых горизонтов.

Этот финал — начало вечного полёта, который не заканчивается ни смертью, ни временем. Взгляд, устремлённый в бесконечность, крылья, расправленные в бескрайнем небе, и душа, свободная от всех оков — вот истинная награда за путь, пройденный с мужеством и верой.


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Growing Wings
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

Burrows won’t help soon enough —
The wretched world will burn to dust,
Hell of fools who sell their souls,
To evil bent, who won’t adjust

One inch to lighten darkness’ grip,
Their “comfort” worth more than the sun.
The crematorium’s new delight —
The stubborn fool’s last battle won.

They drag themselves back to their holes,
Rejecting all the other ways.
Strange how this world held so long,
If sold to rot and dark malaise.

If sins and lies have piled up high —
The bitter end is plain to see.
Though crowds deny the ugly truth,
Their blindness is their enemy.

Who’s crawled out of stinking dens,
And spread their wings to pierce the sky —
For them, a mercy’s given still.
For others, life’s a missed goodbye.

In holes, they miss the target still,
Spouting excuses dull and cheap.
Excuses stale, worn thin by lies,
Shameless, they sow what they reap.

Now time is short. The Soul’s grown faint
If one won’t fight the creeping dark,
Too busy guarding selfish peace —
A world will drown, a world so stark.

So Amen now! No prize awaits
The traitor selling out the light.
But wings, if grown, will lift you up —
And from this Hell, escape your plight.

A joyful path! Let fools gnaw bones,
A little while, before they break.
The rest is simple — burn the world
That’s rotten, vile, and full of fake.


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Flight Beyond the Burrows
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

1. Rise Above the Dirt
No hole can hold the winged mind,
When chains dissolve, new paths unwind.

2. Ashes and Flame
The world may burn — yet from the pyre,
We soar beyond the smoke and fire.

3. Wings Unfurled
With every beat, with every gust,
The soul escapes the pit of rust.

4. The Price of Flight
Not all will dare to leave the cave,
Some cling to comfort’s shallow grave.

5. Eyes on the Horizon
Look far beyond the narrow den,
Where light breaks chains and births again.

6. The Weight of Wings
To grow the wings is to endure,
The pain of loss, the truth obscure.

7. No Return
Burrows close behind like graves,
The soul now rides celestial waves.

8. The Silent Surge
No shout announces this ascent,
Just quiet will and deep intent.

9. Beyond the Night
Darkness fades where wings expand,
A dawn awaits, serene and grand.

10. The New Breath
From smoky depths to endless skies,
The spirit finds its true disguise.

11. The Unseen Call
Not all will hear the whispered plea,
But wings will rise eventually.

12. The Flight is Yours
No maps, no guides — the path you make,
With every choice, with each heart-break.

13. Against the Pull
Old comforts tug, old fears conspire,
Yet wings ignite a fiercer fire.

14. The Lone Ascent
Not crowds but souls who dare to rise,
Will touch the vastness beyond the lies.

15. The Burning Gift
To grow your wings is to be burned,
Yet from the flame, new life is earned.

16. Leaving Shadows
Burrows fade beneath your wings,
No more the chains, no more the stings.

17. The Silent Promise
The sky awaits with open arms,
To shield you from the world’s alarms.

18. Flight’s Reward
Not comfort now, but freedom’s song,
The place where souls and wings belong.

19. The Final Step
Leap fearless from the cage of bone,
The unknown sky becomes your home.

20. Wings Eternal
And when the world crumbles below,
Your wings remain — eternal glow.


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Wings of the Eternal Flame
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


1. Born from Fire
Not born of flesh, but flame and light,
The wings unfold beyond the night.

2. The Sacred Heat
Through burning pain and searing truth,
The spirit sheds the chains of youth.

3. Flames That Heal
Not all fire destroys and kills—
Some burn to forge unbreakable wills.

4. Flight of the Chosen
The wings that rise through ash and smoke
Are born where weaker souls have broke.

5. The Light Within
Each feather forged from purest glow,
A beacon in the dark below.

6. Eternal Dance
The flame that dances in the sky
Reminds the soul it’s meant to fly.

7. Beyond the Flesh
No flesh can cage the fiery heart—
It beats beyond, a living art.

8. The Unseen Wings
Though hidden oft beneath the veil,
Their power moves beyond the pale.

9. The Trial by Fire
Through heat and flame, the soul is tried—
Emerging strong, no more to hide.

10. The Rising Flame
Each flap ignites the endless sky,
The spirit soars and will not die.

11. The Inner Light
Not just a spark, but blazing sun,
The flight of truth has just begun.

12. The Flame’s Voice
No longer silent, weak, or dim,
The soul’s voice burns with sacred hymn.

13. Breaking Chains
The fire melts the iron grip,
The soul departs its sinking ship.

14. Wings of Fire
Not soft or gentle, fierce and wild—
The flame-born wings of freedom’s child.

15. Eternal Flight
No end awaits this blazing path,
No turning back, no aftermath.

16. The Flame’s Embrace
In burning heat the soul is wrapped,
A phoenix born, a soul unwrapped.

17. Light Beyond Time
The wings spread wide through endless space,
A timeless dance, a boundless grace.

18. The Fire Within
The eternal flame that never dies,
Ignites the soul, illumines skies.

19. Flight to the Source
The wings carry beyond the veil,
Where Truth and Light will never fail.

20. Ascension
The soul aloft, forever free—
Wings of flame eternally.


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Crown of the Infinite Sky
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


1. Beyond the Horizon
No limits bind the soul that flies,
It crowns itself beyond the skies.

2. The Infinite Crown
Not forged of gold, nor gem, nor throne —
But power pure, the soul’s own.

3. The Sky Awaits
The vast expanse, the boundless blue,
Invites the flame to pass right through.

4. The Sovereign Flight
No chains remain to weigh you down —
You wear the sky instead of crown.

5. Endless Journey
Each beat of wings extends your reign,
No end, no loss, no binding chain.

6. The Light’s Embrace
The soul becomes the shining fire,
The crown of light, the heart’s desire.

7. The Sacred Path
No earthly path could guide so well,
As flight where endless spirits dwell.

8. The Voice of Stars
The cosmos sings in whispered light,
A song of power, endless flight.

9. The Eternal Now
Time dissolves beneath your wings,
The soul awakes, the cosmos sings.

10. The Flame Unbound
No shadow can contain the blaze,
The crown shines bright in endless days.

11. The Cosmic Dance
Around the void, through endless space,
The soul performs its sovereign grace.

12. The Rising Tide
Waves of light that lift and guide,
The crown of stars, the endless tide.

13. The Boundless Heart
No walls confine the soul’s bright spark,
The infinite crown lights the dark.

14. The Sovereign Soul
No tyrant’s grasp, no master’s chain,
The soul alone holds boundless reign.

15. The Final Gate
Beyond all fears, beyond all pain,
The crown awaits — the soul’s domain.

16. The Flame Ascendant
The fire that grows without an end,
The crown of light, the soul’s best friend.

17. The Sky Within
The vastness lives inside your chest,
The crown of stars, eternal rest.

18. The Infinite Flight
Wings stretch beyond the mortal frame,
The soul transcends, ignites its flame.

19. The Unseen Throne
Not built by hands, nor carved in stone,
The crown’s a light that’s all your own.

20. The Crown of You
The soul is crowned — forever free,
The infinite sky’s sovereignty.





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Контроль во всём, контроль всегда —
Оружие фашистов.
"Во благо всё" — мразь никогда
В убогом мире мглистом

Не скажет, это, мол, во Зло.
"Контроль здоровья" важен —
Увидеть нам то не свезло:
Говнид впендюрил враже.

В контроле этом беспредел —
И Гитлер поперхнулся,
С масштабов ТВАРЕЙ охуел —
В гробу перевернулся.

Всемирный Лагерь Цифровой
Уже на горизонте.
Народец болен головой:
"Во благо Лагерь стройте!"

И перспектив, конечно, нет —
Громадно разложенье.
В умишках черни лютый бред,
Злу вера, страх, смиренье.

Поможет Ярый Катаклизм —
Для Духа он спасенье:
Сметёт он мировой фашизм,
Тем прекратив Паденье.

Коль в бренность не совсем упал,
Есть шанс на Возрожденье.
Склонился перед Злом — пропал:
Не будет избавленья.



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Картина мира очень сыро
Впечаталась в усталый мозг:
Напрасный труд, досуг, квартира —
Рутину превозмочь не смог.

Прозрения тебя минули —
И Свет в Душе почти потух.
Чрез ложь и страх мирок прогнули —
Скабрёзность снова режет слух:

Для черни то обычный СМРАДов
Вонючий суетный поток.
Вонь СМРАДов производит гадов —
Для оных "Порше" потолок.

Отстойник интернета ныне
Куски побольше гонит в топ.
Коль ты не мёртв, кровь в жилах стынет
От встречных человеко-жоп.

Не жоп — не мёртвых! — очень мало,
И будет меньше с каждым днём:
Осознанность почти пропала
В мирке убогом — в нём гниём.

Гниение — картина мира:
Не мозга вывод, а Души.
Из мира — мрачного сортира —
В Мир Духа, друже, поспеши.

В том интроспекция поможет —
Зажги Огонь, что был внутри.
Лишь он Уродство превозможет,
Хоть не дождёшься ты Зари.

Спасти в себе частичку Духа —
Твоя задача. Здешний Ад —
Он Мироздания проруха —
Сотрут. И вновь засеют Сад.



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Cycle Zero

Zombies, zombies, they're swarming the land—
Once were fools, now they rot where they stand.
Still they breathe, but they're dead on demand.
Satan needs no such wrecks in his plan.

Once, the goal was to dumb us all down,
Strip our honor, and paint shame a clown—
But not kill every soul in the town.
Now they’ve snapped. Let it burn, let it drown.

Then the twist—and the final attack.
Once, they’d jail you for fighting them back.
But when God’s long been shoved off the track,
It’s the Camp now. And devils don’t slack...

They will torch the whole Camp in the end,
Useless scum, no more need to pretend.
He who kept his soul whole—he’ll ascend:
Zero cycle—then Hell, or transcend.



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Tao of Hell

“Pursuing knowledge, you gain each day.
Pursuing Tao, you lose each day.”
— Laozi, 6th century BCE


Follow the “teaching”?
You’ll lose the light.
Dogma’s preaching
Breeds mental blight.

Lie-soaked schooling—
Rot of the head.
Shed such fooling—
You're less brain-dead.

Follow the Tao—
You lose the lie.
Mao and Hitler
Still terrify,

Not by action—
But by deceit.
Each small tyrant
Marches repeat:

Wretched leader,
"Chosen" fraud,
Fakes a future—
Draped in God.

Each new farce
Is dressed as fate,
Dragging mankind
To decay's new gate.

From their “magazine”
They load the next:
One more puppet
Pre-approved text.

Orders carried,
Soul dismissed—
Gasless death
Through rotting mist.

Reason withers,
Honor’s gone.
Only Tao
Leads you on.

Tao dissolves
Your deepest dread.
While their teachings
Rot the head.

You will lose
Much, perhaps all—
Godlike status?
Hell’s grandest thrall.



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“Sacred” Ruscists

Drop a bomb on a theatre in Mariupol—
Kill the mothers and children inside?
What demonic descent, what a fascist black hole!
Is this your “tradition”? Blood as your guide?

Bound in a pact — not of soul, but of slaughter,
Of betrayal in circles, of filth, and of shame.
Endurance of evil, now passed like a doctrine,
Kills more than the plague, with survival its name.

The plague may kill, but not damn the spirit.
Yet soulless are those who infest the screen—
Breeding monsters for those who revere it,
In a fever of lies, where no truth can be seen.

And all is burned in this vile intoxication—
Honor, reason — consumed in the flood.
Now the face of the Beast, in your sacred foundation,
Is peeking straight out of the “bonds” sealed with blood...



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Epilogue of World History

"The more knowledge, the more ignorance."
— Buddhist saying

The more you “know,” the less you see—
Each day, the lie expands its reign.
Falsehood passed on endlessly—
Only Heart-Fire breaks the chain.

Light that burns within the chest—
Let it guide you through their bile.
Though the beasts may lie and jest,
Don’t salute their wretched style.

They’ll adorn filth with sweet names—
This world’s a hall of twisted glass.
The fouler something, the louder the praise—
Together they cheer for the demon class.

This is the reign of rage and gloom,
Of global fascism wrapped in lore.
Each little tyrant speaks like “doom”—
Fake “sciences” pollute the core.

The Spirit's gone from every scroll,
Erased from schools, from book and law.
Now herds of fools play their role—
Sheared and fed to the Beast’s raw maw.

Transcendence is the only Real—
What we see’s a narrow band.
This Inferno can't reveal
What no mind can understand.

Raise your doubt, and sharpen thought—
Cut through fear and break the curse.
The Lie’s great cycle leaves them caught,
Trembling in a world far worse.

For fear will bar the path ahead—
And that path is steep and stark.
The world, beneath this rule of dread,
Breeds only horror, filth, and dark.

Their “knowledge” reeks—it’s built on fraud.
Deceit is in its very root.
Believe in Evil? Then your soul
Is dead. And that’s their final loot.

In the Epilogue, only Spirit
Must be master of your breath—
Or you'll fly, a dung-fed insect,
To a New Hell. To feast on death.



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Self-Devouring

Self-devouring is salvation
From this world of rot and rust.
You’ve inhaled its degradation
Like a gas, since birth — and trust.

Drop your guard — and satisfaction
Creeps into your bloated soul.
But from such high self-attraction
All the filth escapes control.

Once the howling of the creatures
Fades into the distant hum,
You become — in mind and features —
Just another drooling dumb.

Turn your gaze — and see the pattern:
Fascism has gripped the globe.
Cycles of the Beast, though tattered,
Hide beneath a priestly robe.

Hitler, Stalin, Mao — shadows
Of the horrors still at play.
Grotesque masks for deeper madness
That engulfs the world today.

Covid-show and war infernal
In Ukraine — the signs are set.
There is no escape, eternal:
This world’s lunacy means death.



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Gone with the Stench

Blown by the “winds” of daily grind,
You forget what truth is worth.
Yet the truth is clear: remind
Yourself — bring light, or drown in earth.

That “wind” is murk, that constant haze—
It veils the world in false delight.
Men grow lost in crooked ways,
Enslaved to Evil’s silent might.

Lies and filth in full control,
They’ve swallowed Earth with no remorse.
There’s no hope, no higher goal—
Evil gallops, full of force.

Blown by winds of numb existence,
You forget the face of Sin:
Sin — when slugs of dull persistence
Are the “winners” bred to win.

Traitors, actors, soulless creatures—
TV-prophets filled with bile.
All of them, with twisted features,
Preach their madness with a smile.

If he governs — he’s a traitor.
If he rules — then he’s a ghoul.
Every “leader” now is greater
Only in the septic pool.

Blown to rot and foul decay,
They turned the world into a pit.
Shall I clean it with a verse-play?
No — that waste just grows and spits.

Toxic clouds from every screen
Fall like rain in autumn gloom.
Only one hope still is gleaming—
A hurricane begins to loom.

Let it come — and cleanse the land
Like Katrina tore through lies.
Till then breathe this hellish brand,
“Citizen” of fake-state skies.



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Chukchi in a Tent, Babbling Sense

The Chukchi in his arctic tent—
He’s the “nerd” who won’t relent,
Digging through the Beast’s disguise
In this fascist world of lies.

When he’s out with Earth and snow,
Truths within begin to grow—
Not so “smart” by scholar rank,
But his soul stays clear and frank.

If he bears the inner Flame—
Not like minds that play the game,
Bending low beneath the yoke
Just to chew their bunker’s smoke—

Then the Chukchi stands above.
While the "botanist" speaks of
Borrowed words from fake "research,"
Crowned in jargon, lost in church.

No Fire in his hollow chest—
In forgetfulness he rests.
Think all day, but miss the Light—
You're still rolling in the night.

Thoughts can't touch that final gleam
If the Spirit’s not supreme.
If your mind takes up the throne—
You're a slave in flesh and bone.

Only balance can redeem:
Spirit — master. Thought — the stream.
Then the Soul may rise and be
Freed from fate and slavery.

You won’t grasp the higher rays
If the Spirit’s not your blaze.
Else you babble, lost and grim,
Joining Satan's shadowed whim.

Devils hide in lab and church—
Priest and surgeon on the perch.
Filthy world in toxic bloom
Spreads its lies from every room.

No tomorrow lies ahead—
All will burn in what comes next:
For they cherished lies and dread,
Till their minds were full of hexed… fascistic text.



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Master of Sleep

Be a master of sleep — for true art to ignite,
The soul must rest when it's weary and worn.
But don’t let guilt steal your inner light,
Or even small troubles will feel like a storm.

Go running — it helps. Or embrace your defeat:
When all hope is gone, just lie down and rest.
Throw out routines that repeat and repeat—
They poison your nights and silence your best.

Don’t panic if sleep didn’t come overnight.
You’ll catch up in time — it’s a pendulum’s spin.
Let it swing freely, then slow, then alight—
It resets itself, if your spirit within

Stays clear and alive. Drop the pills and the brew—
No help in that trap; deception supreme.
This garbage can wreck what is vital in you.
Treat sleep like a river, not like a regime.

Obsessive thoughts are the killers of rest—
Learn how to calm them, unhook from their snare.
Let Spirit be captain — and mind just a guest—
Then you’ll find the strength both to dream and to dare.



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1.
Master your sleep — let spirit lead,
Mind serves the soul; that’s all you need.

2.
Rest your worn-out soul, don’t fight—
Sleep will come, and bring your light.

3.
Drop the pills, drop the stress,
Calm your mind, find your rest.

4.
Spirit’s guide and mind’s in check—
That’s the way to earn respect.



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So-Called Zen

The sound of one palm’s single clap...
To die yet live—that’s the path.
Be like a pony when horses
Slip in soap’s deceptive bath.

Kill your Buddha, yet still revere
Like a god the truth inside.
Go INWARD—there all answers near—
But kill your parents—set them aside.

Figuratively. They have bound
Your soul in chains of slavery.
If life’s no life—disgrace profound—
Then die, or else break free.

This is Alchemy’s sharp art:
Seek moments when the Fire
Becomes a blazing, burning heart—
Don’t touch the world’s foul mire.

The world’s shit towers like Everest—
It swallowed all that’s pure.
Leap down that cliff—it’s your only quest—
Death alive will be your cure.



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1.
Kill your Buddha, kill your past—
Only then will freedom last.

2.
One palm claps — life and death blend.
Break your chains, or meet your end.

3.
Fire bright — don’t touch the shit.
Only death alive can quit.

4.
Parents bind your soul in chains.
Cut the ties — embrace the flames.



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Goodies and Fools

Get slammed full force,
Thrown down in this Hell...
Someone “breathes free”? —
Just a busted shell.

But he’s not breathing,
Dead inside and stark.
Lies pile to the ceiling —
Fools love the dark.

They fall for “goodies” —
Lost in the trap.
To “live” with fools —
Hell’s endless scrap.



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1.
Breathing free? Just a fake —
Dead man’s breath, a hollow quake.

2.
Lies stack high, fools cheer loud,
Lost in hell, proud in the crowd.

3.
Goodies trap, fools fall deep,
Living with fools? Hell to keep.

4.
In this hell, none breathe right—
Fools thrive only in the night.



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1.
Breath of fools — a rotting lie,
Dead inside, just death’s supply.

2.
Lies flood in — fools drown and choke,
Hell’s own spawn, a cursed folk.

3.
Goodies poison, fools decay,
Living here means soul’s decay.

4.
Fools breathe filth, wear death’s crown,
In this hell, all kings go down.



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1.
Fools breathe lies — death’s disguise.

2.
Goodies kill — fools stand still.

3.
Hell’s crowd — dumb and loud.

4.
Rot within — no way to win.



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Before the Dive...

Just a little’s left—
Hold on, endure.
Cast aside regret—
Sleepless nights endure.

But finish your task,
Then dive with grace:
From the cliff, unmasked,
Fly light through space.

The skill to fall—
Is flying’s start!
Leave the world of gall—
And sing your heart.



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1.
Hold on tight, the dive is near—
Fall with skill, abandon fear.

2.
Finish the fight, then soar and sing—
From darkness rise on silent wing.

3.
To fall is flight in shadow’s dance—
Leave the world, embrace your chance.

4.
Last step down, but soul takes flight—
Beyond the edge, into the light.



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Smothered and Covered...

Not smeared with honey —
Only smeared with shit.
Filth and foul chaos
Have taken the wit.

So there’s nothing
For you to fear:
Part with this “life” —
Like a guard on your ear.



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1.
No honey here — just pure filth.
Fear nothing — life’s a jailer’s kilt.

2.
Smeared in shit, no sweet disguise.
Part with life — no need for lies.

3.
Filth rules all, the mind’s undone.
Life’s a guard—escape, just run.

4.
No fear now — just break the chain.
Life’s a guard who brings you pain.



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1.
Honey’s gone — shit reigns here.
Fear’s a joke — shed the fear.

2.
Smothered in filth, no sweet plea.
Break the leash — set yourself free.

3.
Life’s a guard, a choking noose.
Cut it loose — reclaim your juice.

4.
Filth and fear — chains you wear.
Rip them off — breathe fresh air.



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Counting Out the Scum

There’s a traitor, there’s a fool,
A mad quack doctor on the loose,
A lickspittle for fascist rule,
A dumb and ugly caboose.

There’s a teacher who will teach
Children lies and slavery’s chain;
A cop who’ll lock you out of reach,
No cause needed—just disdain.

There’s a bureaucrat who’s keen
To steal and follow every call—
Send all fools to camps unseen,
No mercy, just the fall.

Then propaganda’s eagle—
Top pillar of the regime.
He cages all in his lethal eagle,
The tyrant of the screaming stream.

And you? You’re nowhere here—
Doomed, erased, a lost refrain.
Lies have flooded, drowned in fear—
Fed to fools who shout in vain.



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1.
Traitors, fools, and madmen breed,
Lock us up for their foul greed.

2.
Teachers lie, cops drag chains,
All to feed the fascist reign.

3.
Bureaucrats steal, send to hell,
Propaganda’s iron shell.

4.
You’re erased, lost in the flood—
Fools drown deep in lies and mud.



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1.
Traitor, fool, madman’s game—
Lock and chain, feed the flame.

2.
Lies teach, cops enslave—
Fascist scum, none to save.

3.
Stealers rule, truth’s erased—
Propaganda’s poisoned taste.

4.
You’re gone — lost in the mess—
Fools drown deep in emptiness.



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1.
Traitors rule. Fools obey.
Truth is dead. Fade away.

2.
Chains tighten. Minds decay.
Hope is lost. No more day.

3.
Lies spread. Silence screams.
World burns in poisoned dreams.

4.
You’re erased. Nothing’s left.
Life’s a lie. Soul’s theft.



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The Land of Losharia

The land of Losharia,
Half a hemisphere’s shame,
Long ago polluted by itself—
Then united in blame,

Gathered strength like poison spread,
Now it flows like shit in streams.
A single herd, one beastly mass—
A world order of broken dreams.

Enemies? The clever kind.
This mad world will kill you dead,
If you dare to keep your mind—
And walk a sane path instead.



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1.
Losharian land — a stinking herd,
Where brains are foes, and lies are heard.

2.
Half a world, all full of shit,
Think with sense? You won’t fit.

3.
One beast herd, united shame,
Mind’s the enemy in this game.

4.
Clever ones will never thrive,
In Losharian’s deadly hive.



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Brainwashing

Filth keeps rinsing minds
Of fools, the weak and blind,
So simpletons will fall
Into nets that bind—

Be it wars or fake plagues,
False viruses’ dread.
They deserve nothing more
If they lack their head.

Chronic fools can’t be saved,
No strength should you waste.
This Night is dark fascism,
Soon swallowing all in haste.

The reign of cretin’s crown,
The world’s forgetful haze.
So wise must unite strong—
Mad slaves won’t be raised.

The fight will be long,
No way back remains.
And through this bitter war,
The vile fiend wanes—

The vile fiend fascism,
Enemy of all souls,
Root of cretin’s scourge,
Shame of final tolls.



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1.
Filth brainwashes fools,
Traps the weak and cruel.

2.
Fascism’s dark night,
Kills the last of light.

3.
No help for the mad,
Fight hard, strike bad.

4.
Vile fiend will fall,
Cretin’s shame for all.



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Monument

“I’ve raised a monument not made by hands...”
— Pushkin, 1836


I couldn’t care less for that sickly stone,
Though hundreds of fine verses have been writ.
What matters most — to break the lying throne,
The base of all the chains that tightly fit.

This world will vanish soon — no place for Lyre
In madhouse chaos, not the old refrain.
Now comics fill the toilets, lies conspire,
Fascist filth feeds poison to the brain.

And Lyre deserves no less than war and fight —
No love remains, and friendship’s but a jest.
Here only madness rules, no past delight,
Betrayal’s work, and spies infect the rest.

No spy? Then servant to the fascist scum.
If fool — unaware of chains that bind.
The time has come for collapse, for numb,
Fascism turns the masses into mindless kind.

Only Fire will sweep this filth away—
Sunrise bloodied at the start of dawn.
The poet’s task: to dare and to betray,
Expose, destroy, bend fools until they’re gone.

The only monument to fighters stands—
Victory crowned, not selfish pride or show.
No place in Hell for idle hands,
If slavery’s long shadow won’t let go.



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1.
Monument? I spit on stone,
Truth must break the lying throne.

2.
Madness rules, no love remains,
Fools are bound in fascist chains.

3.
Only Fire can cleanse this filth—
Victory’s crown for those with will.

4.
Poet’s task: expose and fight,
Bend the fools, ignite the light.



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Monument to the Rat

Rats search far more than men, it’s clear,
Fleeing warm, stinky nests for mazes of fear.
They don’t destroy their own for quirks or strange signs,
While humans have psych wards and far crueler designs.

How twisted the torture on humans for years,
That rats now outpace them in seeking frontiers!

Let’s raise a monument to the rat—
A titan of intellect, where humans fall flat.
For men obey orders—bosses, kings, or clan,
While rats break free, the true searchers of man.

A half-man hides in a filthy den,
Waiting for sweets, fearing the pen.
“Happiness” trapped in a cage of despair—
While fools above mock and strip all bare.

A brute keeps us dumb, tight on a chain,
Humans aren’t servants but meals for the brain.

Feeding on fear, filth, and spite,
Vile creatures grow stronger by fueling the blight.
Madness spreads in this animal herd,
And sane minds are crushed, unheard.

Like bees they vanish, the wise disappear—
Nothing left to seek, just genocide’s sneer.
A hellish brew of violence and lies,
Where intelligence in animals rise.

But soon the maze will shatter and fall—
This filthy world will end for all,
When only animal imprints remain—
Worshipped fools, mindless and plain.



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1.
Rats search far, men stay blind,
Stuck in lies, cruelly confined.

2.
Half-men hide in filthy dens,
Waiting for sweets, not pens.

3.
Brutes keep us dumb and chained,
Feeding fear, minds drained.

4.
Wise vanish like bees at dusk,
Leaving hell’s dark, poisoned husk.



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Zombies

Half-wit zombies line the kill,
No longer men, just lumps of ill.
Ruled by fascist filth and scum,
Their souls already cold and numb.

They’re to blame, these fools, no doubt,
For letting scum oppress and shout,
For letting demons feed their greed,
And kill the soul, the vital seed.

If from youth they chose not to think,
To shirk the fight, avoid the brink,
The herd’s sum is just a crowd—
Fascist pawns, obedient, proud.

This herd’s controlled with easy grip,
A sheep as wolf in dictatorship.
The world is ruled by fascist rod,
Whose only skill’s in brutal nod.

These zombies sweep away the last,
Of humans burning fierce and fast,
Resisting devils’ dark command,
Their fight reduced to fading sand.

Horror films have lost their grip,
Reality’s nightmare now the script.
In fascist hordes the murder’s brewed,
With countless wicked acts renewed.

But Super Death stands in this hell—
The Sun’s bright fire will burn and quell.
It marks the end for fascist slime,
And life will start anew in time.

But without us—no exam passed—
In spirit, honor, strength surpassed.
If fools and brutes hold endless reign,
We perish all—mind’s bitter pain.



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1.
Half-wit zombies, fascist slaves,
Marching blind into their graves.

2.
Souls killed off, minds turned to dust,
Fascist scum rules through mistrust.

3.
Humans fight, the zombies fall,
Sun will burn and purge them all.

4.
Failed the test of spirit, mind—
Fools condemned, left far behind.



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1.
Zombies march —
Brains starve, hearts parch.

2.
Fascist filth —
Soul’s death kilt.

3.
Sun burns all —
Fools will fall.

4.
Spirit lost —
Pay the cost.



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Poisoned Like Rats

They poison us like rats in leper’s wards,
This world they call the Earth’s domain.
Tainted waters flood the seas and fjords,
Pesticides fight not the rot, but gain.

They target humans — dull, obedient, weak,
Half are broken, sick from early days.
The poisoned water, food with preservatives bleak,
This vile scum wages war in hidden ways.

The facts are clear — the fools increase,
Not from TNT, but chemical chains.
A deadly silent war won’t cease,
Where fake plagues spread to cause more pains.

Fake tests assign the needed score,
A perfect way for fiends to scare.
Chemtrails, false cleanses add to the gore,
This inhuman plague rules despair.

Till we kill off this cursed breed,
No freedom here will ever grow.
They spin their lies and poison seed,
But soon revenge will overthrow!



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1.
Poisoned rats in leper’s lair,
Toxic lies fill poisoned air.

2.
Weak and dumb, they fall in line,
Slaves to plagues and poisoned brine.

3.
Fake tests, chemtrails, fear’s cold grip,
Inhuman scum—death’s fellowship.

4.
Kill the breed, reclaim the day,
Freedom’s fire will burn decay.



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1.
Rats poisoned, lies spread.

2.
Weak minds, puppets fed.

3.
Fake plagues, fear’s reign.

4.
Kill scum, break chains.



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Methodology

Each dumbass here has
Their own methodology.
The method’s simple—
Keep your post, no apology.

Each sentry’s cracked in mind,
Serving evil’s vile goat.
It’s time to send that filth away,
And build a world that’s woke.

Create new tribes and bonds,
Don’t let deceit and whip
Turn all to cattle once again—
That’s the tyrants’ script.

Only cattle obey,
So any freak will breed
A genocide if minds are asleep,
While reason takes no heed.

The wise must grasp once more,
That only unity can save,
To break the chains, to find the door,
And rise above the grave.



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1.
Dumb fools cling to posts,
Serving evil’s ghosts.

2.
Cattle obey the whip,
Brains asleep — world’s slip.

3.
Send the filth away,
Build a brighter day.

4.
Only unity saves,
Break the chains, be brave.



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Weariness

When weariness creeps close and near,
And nothing more seems left to find,
Rest just a little, calm your fear,
Then plan how to defeat mankind’s bind.

How to beat the fiends who bind the world—
Those fascist maniacs insane,
Whose chains have made the globe unfurled,
Turning life to a deadly game.

Foolish are those who seek in vain—
Like needles lost within the dirt.
These fascist scums now kill with no shame,
And spread their poison, lies, and hurt.

Don’t drown in art or science vain,
When mind and heart are prisoners held.
Don’t strive to justify the pain—
The fascist thief will reign, expelled.

Save all your strength and fury bright
For battle fierce to break the chain.
Or you become a puppet tight,
A slave’s fate sealed in endless pain.

Work and fight—that’s soul’s salvation,
In this hell, that’s all we own.
We answer to the Highest station:
Don’t fight—then you’re truly alone.



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1.
Weariness creeps, don’t resign—
Fight or fade, the soul’s last line.

2.
Chains are strong, but fight is stronger,
Yield to fear? You’re lost no longer.

3.
Save your strength, resist the thief,
Only fight can bring relief.

4.
No rest for those who seek the light—
Or perish swallowed by the night.



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1.
Tired? Fight!
No retreat.

2.
Chains bind —
Break mind.

3.
Save strength —
Kill length.

4.
No rest —
Fight best.



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Honesty

Only honesty remains —
There’s nothing left to gain.
Forget fame’s empty lies,
And money’s cursed disguise.

The shit of dull, dead worlds,
Where genocide’s flag unfurls.
The Lyre’s voice has long gone cold,
The spirit from Clio’s told.

Together we watch time decay,
Earth turning to a den of shame.
A brothel of madness, lost and vile,
A hell of half-men’s cruel guile.

No jokes remain — just bones to gather,
For tombs and monuments to lather.
Vereshchagin’s eyes would blind today,
Painting ugly’s grim display.

The apotheosis of deform,
Where lies and bestial scorn transform.
Madness rising in endless tide—
Truth and reason cast aside.



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1.
Only honesty remains,
While lies and madness reigns.

2.
Earth’s a den of shame and pain,
Bones and ruins are our gain.

3.
Fame and money? Nothing there—
Just a world beyond repair.

4.
Truth is gone, the spirit’s dead,
Madness floods where reason fled.



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1.
Truth dies —
Lies rise.

2.
Madness rules —
Soul fools.

3.
Bones pile —
World’s bile.

4.
Fight back —
Or crack.



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Dog Races

“The world of dogs with bloodshot eyes,
Their frozen muzzles’ cruel disguise,
Where every one to bursting fills
Their pride in playing doglike roles.”
— Varlam Shalamov, 1966


This life’s a race for dogs to run,
The soul’s the stake, though chained, undone.
Be fast — or lose it all at once,
Yet you don’t know — in fog you bounce.

This fog’s a dream, a nightmare’s veil,
The one harsh dream on which we sail.
Awake amid the frantic race —
They’ll trample you without a trace.

When you awaken, you won’t run,
But watch the Hell where you’ve been spun.
There since old times you’ve dwelled asleep,
Where soul-killing’s law runs deep.

Only awake — your soul to save,
Though in this “world” you might not brave.
The price is steep, but freedom’s near —
Escape the dog race’s bitter sphere.

For Spirit’s all; the rest decays.
It’s time to break these filthy chains,
To strive for heights of Spirit pure.
Awake at last — rise strong, endure!



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1.
Life’s a dog race, soul the prize,
Run too slow — your spirit dies.

2.
Trapped in Hell, asleep, confined,
Wake or perish — break the mind.

3.
Spirit’s key, all else decays,
Rise up now, end dogged days.

4.
Race ends only when you wake,
Or be crushed for freedom’s sake.



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1.
Wake or rot.
Soul’s your shot.

2.
Dogs run —
Spirit won.

3.
Break chains —
End pains.

4.
Fight blind,
Fall behind.



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Instead of a Heart

"We’re born to make the fairy tale come true,
To break through space and vastness’ view,
Reason gave us wings of iron might,
But instead of heart—a burning light."
— Pavel German, "Aviators’ March," 1923


No Heart remains — just half-dead motor,
Hell’s door wide open for the fool or crook.
If you steal moments of conscious life,
You shape a madhouse of dumb swine’s strife.

No place in Bedlam for soul’s pure flight,
Just fools on fools, piled deep in blight.
This filth we call “life” — a brutal curse,
Madness boundless, only getting worse.

This all will echo — Hell’s abyss,
Where all will bow and cease to exist.
Fascism’s threshold stands at our gate,
Fake virus launched to seal our fate.

To crush the last of Spirit’s flame,
Honor, reason—wipe the name.
To make us dung flies on manure heaps,
Swarming in darkness, death that creeps.

But those vile fiends will choke in their own waste,
We won’t allow Hell’s shadow to be traced.
We’ll hold our minds — refuse to fall,
And stand as one against that all.



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1.
No heart — just rust,
Fools feed on dust.

2.
Steal your mind,
Hell you’ll find.

3.
Fascist lies,
Spirit dies.

4.
We’ll not fall,
Stand tall, all.



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Play Dead

We’ve all played dead... the zombie box,
Zombies rise from graves in flocks.
This Hell is real — no mere disguise —
Decay of Spirit, Mind, and Might.

Manipulation rules the game,
A sport in this madhouse’s name.
A race to be the quickest stump,
The one condemned to final dump.

That stump, doomed soon to be uprooted,
Where healing means the soul’s polluted —
By poisoned needles, death’s embrace,
The priority’s to erase.

Now only lies as vast as Everest
Are heard aloud, the brutal test.
This is a killing of the soul,
The world’s a congress of the fools.

Few are the wise, the spirits rare,
In Bedlam’s halls, nonsense fills the air.
Idiots here stack up like kings,
While madness flies on broken wings.

But Bedlam’s time is at an end —
Nature’s verdict will descend.
Soon this madness falls to the pit,
With fascism’s vile, rotten grit.



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1.
Zombies rise,
Truth dies.

2.
Hell’s real here —
Mind and soul disappear.

3.
Fools run wild,
Spirit defiled.

4.
Bedlam falls,
Freedom calls.



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1.
Break chains!
End pains!

2.
Wake up!
Burn up!

3.
No fear!
Stand clear!

4.
Fight back!
Attack!



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The Sheepish Virus Song

Where the sheepish virus spreads,
No more doctors stand their ground:
The executioner caste
Takes the bodies all around.

Where the sheepish virus lives,
Few remain with human minds.
Between them grows a fence —
Dumb stumps of hollow kinds.

Where the sheepish virus rules,
Brains are blasted to the core.
Their thinking’s torn away,
Till they’re fools forevermore.

Where that sheepish virus thrives,
Fascism stands supreme.
It cuts the peoples down
With poisons and vile schemes.

Where the sheepish virus reigns,
No wisdom can be found.
Lies tower like Everest,
And filth piles all around.

Where the sheepish virus spreads,
There’s nothing but pure waste.
Only fascist corpses’ fall
Will cleanse this poisoned place.



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1.
Sheep virus spreads,
Truth drops dead.

2.
No doctors here,
Only fascist fear.

3.
Brains crushed down,
Fools wear the crown.

4.
Fascism’s rise,
Lies fill the skies.



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1.
Sheep die —
Truth won’t lie!

2.
Virus kills —
Fascist thrills.

3.
Fools fall —
Break the wall!

4.
Rise strong —
Fight wrong!



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Train to Hell

“Everything foretold is coming true.
The train to heaven leaves — a joyful ride!
Oh, how we wish, how all of us do,
Not to die, but simply to sleep inside.”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, 1973


Each one already holds a ticket to Hell,
The train waits on the platform — no delay.
Its departure’s set — a long, dark spell,
Where souls will suffer many a day.

For letting them deceive our minds,
For Spirit’s betrayal, time and again,
For killing with false sickness signs,
For dullness’ curse — decay and stain.

That train was built by our own hands,
For most of us were fools outright,
And many like dumb beasts still stand,
In madhouse ranks, where rudeness bites.

The wretched non-humans act as guards,
Injecting beasts with poison’s sting,
To thin the ranks that leave the yards,
And slip through gates to Tartarus’ ring.

All that’s left — to blow the train apart,
Send all to light unburdened, free.
And there to answer for your heart,
For shame endured so endlessly.



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1.
Ticket to Hell —
You bought it well!

2.
Train’s at the gate,
No chance, no wait.

3.
Spirit betrayed,
In darkness laid.

4.
Blow it up —
No time to sup!



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At War

I'm always at war — remember that well.
This war has raged for countless years.
Its core is to make the Spirit forget its spell,
The tactic — to forge fools and feed their fears.

For only a fool endures this vile disgrace,
And only a cretin finds hell to be sweet.
But wisdom will dare and boldly embrace
The Spirit’s command — it cannot be beat.

The enemy’s one — foul, inhuman breed,
Who made you a slave with sword and lies.
Their crimes and chaos no mind can heed —
Now they want all men to be their cattle, despised.

Only a world built free and apart
Can stop these schemes that invade our souls.
Communities born to multiply heart,
With barter and trade — no money controls.

And only the fight will save your soul here —
Ignore the fools and their noise that distracts.
Don’t listen to idiots — they’re dead, unclear,
No saving left in their hollow acts.

If we do not unite today,
This stinking hell will only grow.
Then into beasts we’ll surely decay —
Marked forever by Cain’s dark shadow.



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At War

War’s been here for endless years,
Spirit crushed beneath the lies.
Fools endure, but wisdom steers —
Fight or fade where darkness lies.

Enemy’s a filthy breed,
Slaves they make with sword and hate.
Only unity can lead —
Break their chains before too late.

If we don’t rise, we fall —
Beasts in hell, lost to Cain’s call.



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So-Called Terrorism

To tired bearded men — no reason
To blow up things in vain.
Behind it lies a secret legion
Of vile beasts who spread the pain.

These filthy “special services”
Serve no peoples — only scum.
Their sadism is endless, merciless,
A devil’s army on the drum.

They’re not knights wielding daggers,
But lackeys of the snake.
Their sword and sting bring only dangers,
No shield for any state.

And things explode just to frighten,
To herd the flock once more.
When fear’s unleashed, they tighten,
And run to pens in score.

This shaking repeats for ages,
Confusing every mind.
They need this “dance of cages”
To tear the world and bind.

When all the herd is terrorized,
False viruses they send.
That’s all fascists want — terrorized,
Then kill, and bring the end.

But if you’ve left the herd behind,
Then fear has lost its grip.
You mark the vile snake unkind,
Expose the lies — the twisted script.



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Terror’s Lie

Bearded fools scared stiff, they fall —
Beasts ignite the world’s cruel thrall.
False bombs, false fears — a fascist game,
To herd the blind and kill the sane.

Step out the herd — no fear remains,
Expose the snakes, break all their chains!



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Pseudoscience

Pseudoscience weaves a tangled lie,
Rejecting truths it can’t deny.
Designed to cloud the mind, erase,
And trap us in forgetful haze.

Abundant facts have long laid bare
The flawed foundations hidden there.
No honesty or tact remain —
A mafia rules through lies and pain.

A plot against the uninitiated,
Where checking facts is long and weighted.
So muffled lies are spread around —
Manipulating minds profound.

“Science proves it!” — the magic phrase,
That shaman’s trance will soon replace.
What follows is the ritual’s end:
A fate where reason’s forced to bend.

When many cards flash in your face,
Your focus shatters without grace.
This shameful cult diverts the fight
From all that’s true — and dims the light.

Where Spirit’s reign should lead the way,
There’s only falsehood’s cruel display.
Not science, but a weary drone,
A tool to keep us all enslaved and prone.



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Hole in the Bagel

A foolish mouse is gnawing through
The hole inside the bagel’s frame —
That “republic” cage he’s stuck into,
A rotten trap with steel-bound name.

No cheese has lived inside that snare,
Deception grows with every year.
The lies will leave deep wounds to bear,
Till monsters form from doubt and fear.

A pig-rat’s bred inside that cell —
The shepherd shapes his herd anew.
The children there are cast in hell —
The cruelest beasts attack them too.

Enclosures built for kids appear,
Called “schools” but really dens of shame.
A mind’s decay begins right here —
Those years in hell will leave their claim.

What leaves the cage’s choking air
Is docile herd, prepared to shear,
To “fight,” to fall without a care,
Led by the fiend they blindly fear.

Fascism shifts its faces, yet —
Genocide’s become their game.
It’s shameful, bitter, full of threat,
When poison’s served as food and flame.

The herd’s health is their concern —
But healing comes in venom’s sting.
With poison shots they seek to burn —
The fascist’s cruel and deadly ring.

The only way to break this bind —
Is fleeing fast the cage’s door.
Build your free life, leave chains behind,
And build your tribes outside once more.



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Burn!

“Arise, O prophet, hear my call,
Be filled with will that’s true and high,
Go ‘round the seas, through lands, and all,
With fiery words to scorch the sky.”
— A. Pushkin, The Prophet, 1826


So far they’ve burned a bald spot bare,
But it’s the whole nest we must ignite.
Wake from the sleep and stale despair,
Stop just consuming, start the fight.

Write with TNT — blood flows like streams,
Let all the elements collapse.
Destroy the Hell that haunts our dreams,
Where mind and spirit face mishaps.

We must burn out the inhuman breed —
No life for humans left beneath.
No more books — just death decreed,
To kill the vile, the scum’s last wreath.

All those who think must stand as one,
And fight the final, fierce campaign.
Then will the will revive, be won —
And you’ll be truly free again.

Not silent slaves who do not burn,
Who wait beneath the crime and filth,
Until their turn to face the urn,
Trapped by the grime of human guilt.









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Словно гуся вода:
Ты от дурня стыда
За убогую жизДнь
Не дождёшься — окстись!



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Массы или отары?

"Массе свойственны глупость и легкомыслие, из-за которых она позволяет вести себя куда угодно, завороженная сладостными звуками красивых слов и не способная проверить разумом и познать подлинную суть вещей".
Мишель де Монтень, XVI-ый век.


Ведут отары из Загона
В другой Загон, похуже что.
Не надо создавать препоны,
Ведь слов довольно. И ничто

В словах не вызовет сомненья —
Побольше только обещай.
Глупеют с каждым поколеньем —
И чем угодно их стращай:

"Болезни", войны, "терроризЬмы" —
Набор простой, и на века.
Апофеоз: говнид-фашизмом
Согнули всюду дурака.

Пугай и обещай, и большей
Жди деградации, тогда 
Не надо лгать стадам потоньше —
Сойдёт голимая туфта.

И той туфтой погонят стадо
"Во здравие", но на убой —
Уколы лишь придумать надо
Покруче, чем в говнид тупой.




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Состояние Души:
Поддержать его спеши,
Если Света больше там
С временем — назло врагам.

Если меркнет этот Свет,
Значит давит мира бред:
Очищайся от гнилья —
Страхов, жадности, вранья.




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Из Ада в Ад

Восстание Духа?!
Навозные мухи,
Средь них единицы
Духовных. Стремится
В НИЧТО мирок лживый,
На Духе нарыв он.
Прорвёт Катаклизм
Нарыв. Дальше — вниз.
Ждут Адские Сферы
Пожёстче — Химеры
Страшнее, подлее,
А ТВАРИ в них злее.
А что Единицы?
Увидят Зарницу
Иль с мухами вместе —
Опять в Гиблом Месте?..



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Боевые СМРАДы и скрытые правящие гады

Сегодня я смотрел ТэВэ.
Там посулили всем лавэ,
Опять стращали, обещали,
А педики опять пищали
Подобье песни. Супер-врали
"Анализировали" что-то,
Втемяшив "правду" идиотам.
Достала мерзкая блевота —
На скрытных ТВАРЕЙ то работа.
А называется всё СМРАД,
Раз глупым миром правит Гад.
Подмял Зла СМРАД и интернет —
Повсюду чушь, голимый бред.
А что с Разумностью — на дне:
Дерьмо у "поиска" в цене.
Мир стал Загоном — мегатонны
Дерьма: побольше так урона,
Чем бомбы применять иль газ.
Так ТВАРИ добивают нас.
В том индикатором говнид:
Шмурдяк, намордник — Мрак и Стыд.
А дальше будет только хуже:
Внутри — дерьмо, Зла "мысль" — снаружи.
Всем донесёт "мыслишку" СМРАД —
Не думать ТРАВОЯДНЫЙ рад.
Не травоядных единицы —
Намордник показал. Не мнится
Кромешный Ад — он днесь вокруг.
Лишь в Духе обретёшь спасенье, друг.
Ищи ВНУТРИ на всё ответы —
Так защитишь себя от бреда
Мирка позорного, гнилого,
Где геноцид всего основа.


СМРАД - средства массовой
рекламы, агитации, дезинформации.
 




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Пидористическая "власть" —
Ей ниже некуда упасть.
Поизмывается мразь всласть,
Затем откроют Ада Пасть.
Под****ки ТВАРЕЙ эта "власть" —
В колоде низшая Зла масть.



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Всё не так, как видно,
И не так, как надо.
Чуткому обидно
В Лжи, средь дурней, гадов

Прозябать, имея
Очень мало шансов
Выразить Психею
В прахе декаданса.

Только Духа жизнью
Есть резон заняться —
Нет уже отчизны,
Мир сей, может статься,

На последнем веке
Своего Паденья:
Р`едки человеки
В Царстве Разложенья.



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Безнадёжная ясность

1. Ложь
Ложь больше не нуждается в маске.
Её не скрывают.
Её не доказывают.
Её просто называют —
и она становится нормой.

Ложь — это больше не сбой.
Это интерфейс.

2. Масса
Толпа не требует смысла.
Она требует сигнала.
Ритм, повтор, одобрение.
Страх и форма.
Масса — это не люди.
Это алгоритм,
питающийся телами людей.

3. Тишина
Сопротивления нет.
Есть только перегрузка каналов.
Сигналы множатся —
и смысл глохнет.
Тишина теперь — не отсутствие слов.
Это присутствие всех слов сразу.
До полной немоты.

4. Забвение
Ничто не взрывается.
Просто гаснет.
Память уходит не в огне,
а в обновлении.
То, что не вписано —
не существовало.

Ты не исчез.
Ты не был задан.

5. Молекула страха
Страх — это молекула —
Невидимая, но плотная.
Она связывает слабых и сильных,
Превращает дыхание в тревожность.

Он закодирован глубоко внутри —
Нет лекарства, нет лекарства, кроме доверия.
Вирус, созданный из мысли,
Бесконечная, удушающая пыль.

6. Видимость
Реальность — всего лишь тень,
Отбрасываемая экранами и ложью.
Истина растворяется в пикселях —
Маска, которая никогда не умирает.

Подлинное удаляется,
Заменяется закодированными рамками.
Мы живём внутри фальши —
С выдуманными именами.

7. Стирание
Слова, когда-то высеченные в камне,
Теперь стёрты в байтах.
Прошлое перезаписано —
Затерялось в бесконечных ночах.

Помнить — преступление,
Забывать — закон.
История переписана
Тем, кто держит пилу.

8. Нулевая точка
В нулевой точке,
Где всё исчезает,
Искра сознания
Угасает, растворяясь в пустоте.

Ни шума, ни света, ни мыслей —
Только бесконечное безмолвное падение.

Финальный протокол:
Конец всего.

—-

Страх сковывает. Истина меркнет.
Память умирает.
В нулевой точке —
Летит лишь тишина.




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Bell’s Theorem

Revealed — unshaken —
That the world’s unbroken:
“Causality” is fakin’,
Its backbone bent and broken.

“God-particles,” they hover
In bonds that distance can't cover.
Not parts, but woven Wholeness,
One cosmic Thread of Oneness.

Dump your creeds and stumble
Through the lies they mumble.
Spirit is the Binding.
Sensing it — no finding.

Fall for “laws” they’re preaching,
You're a puppet, screeching,
Worshipping "Order," gladly —
A puppet of the Baddies.

Bastards dressed as scholars
Sweep away the hollers
Of truths that shake foundations —
Like Bell’s revelations.

Fools adore their “reasons,”
Chained by shallow seasons,
Gulping lies from stations
Run by dark mutations.

Schools churn out the simple —
Mouths agape, they nibble
All the junk they’re fed with.
Souls grow faint, infected.

By this flood of madness,
Drowning deep in sadness,
Lost — unless you fire
Back with rebel ire!

To the Spirit — turning,
See the world now burning:
Slaves call filth “salvation.”
Only bold DARE NATION.



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Bell rang loud — no chains remain.
Causality? A false domain.
All is One — you sense or die.
Truth's for those who dare defy.



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“Civilization”

Civilization?
Where have you seen it?
Spirit’s stagnation.
Mind has no meaning.

Rulers are soulless —
NO! It can’t be.
Only wild rages,
Mass lunacy.

“Wise” is the idiot,
Slave is the king —
Madness runs rampant,
Monsters rule things.

“Civilized,” are you?
Means: chicken for stew.
Bound by your terror —
And silent, too.

Enemies, surely,
Hide in the dark —
Scarecrows and goblins
Drawn for a lark.

TV defines them.
You chase the cash.
While lies enslave you,
Fear makes you thrash.

Dumbness is sowed here
Till you're a freak.
"Smart" is deception,
"Truth" — for the weak.

“Civilized reptiles,”
Everywhere crawl.
Build the next zoo-cage —
Same protocol.

Children will trust it —
“Earth is near-Heaven.”
Later — the guts hit,
Truth strikes like venom.

Better to perish
Than rot in this pit.
Dreams you still cherish?
They’ll strangle it.

You call it living?
It’s death on delay —
Serving as minion,
Dying each day.

Only the seekers
Of spirit and light
Will find their soulpath
Through hardship and night.

Grow your own power —
Blow the Hell wide!
Freaks will go under,
Beasts will subside.

Born in the Spirit,
Bathed in the Flame,
One — we will clear it:
End of the shame.

Sun will rise stronger,
Burning through lies.
Freedom feels closer,
Brighter the skies.

Liberation through dying.
Rebirth through the Fire.
Believe in your trying —
You are Spirit’s lyre.

Pull back your bowstring —
That is your task.
The target — God’s choosing.
Now lift off your mask.



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This “civilized” hell — just cages and lies.
The Spirit rebels. Let monsters demise!
We're born as the bow — now draw and ignite:
Judgment is near. Be arrow of Light.



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The Futile Search for Friends

You walk the streets — and maybe spot
Some gifted soul to share your fate?
Then die alone — for you are not
The kind the slaves appreciate.

No scribbled words will earn you grace —
As Sasha Chorny once made clear:
The filth now runs the book review race,
The herd of fools is loud and near.

Your only friend? Still — paper, page.
So was, so is, so shall it be.
No wine will ease the inner cage
Of toil and raw intensity.

No "bright distractions" ever quite
Relieve the soul from daily strain —
Mass culture, made for brainless blight,
Just makes you nauseous with disdain.

So, poet — know: the path you tread
Leads deep within, where truth may gleam.
Life is a block; your neck, the thread —
The headsman smiles. Don't trust the dream.



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No friends await you in the street.
The poet walks alone — complete.
The world is filth. The fools applaud.
Dig deep within — or die by fraud.



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So-Called “Civilization”

Idiots around — pure rot.
“Culture”? Just a corpse that stinks.
Brilliant minds? A rare forgot.
Fear and madness — all that links.

Mocking souls becomes a sport
For the beasts behind the screen.
Masses ruled by liars bought —
That’s now normal. Filth is queen.

And the bottom’s gone — it's smashed.
What’s below? Hell’s rushing near.
Each new year we dive more brash —
Fools rejoice, devoid of fear.

"Doctors" care, and "teachers" preach
All the "newness" we must praise —
Turning people into screech-
less, obedient piles of waste.

Even cannibal regimes
Now are floated as “OK.”
Fascism returns through screens —
COW-ID showed us the way.

But — surprise! The gate is locked.
Hell’s full up — review begun.
Souls must scatter, re-dispatched —
Soon shall burn beneath the Sun.



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Rot runs deep where culture dies.
Fascists smile in sweet disguise.
Hell awaits — but doors are shut.
Sun will cleanse this world of gut.



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So-Called “Civilization”


The stench of rot is everywhere —
The dull, the dead-eyed, fake, insane.
This “culture” breeds a blank despair,
A carnival of souls in chains.

The mind once bright — now deemed a threat,
A relic scorned, a fading trace.
While screaming mobs, in shame and sweat,
Devour all truth, and call it “grace.”

Mass media — the Beast’s own tongue —
Commands the swarm, controls the flow.
It feeds on filth, and from among
The filth arise the gods below.

The vile are kings. The brave — erased.
The liar lauded, truth denied.
Each virtue twisted, hacked, replaced —
The well of meaning long since dried.

And now the floor gives way — it's gone.
The cracks descend to blacker pits.
Hell opens up — but not as dawn…
It’s swallowing us bit by bit.

Year by year, the spiral spins,
Faster toward the core of night.
While fools applaud their padded sins,
And hail the chains as noble right.

They “heal” with poison, “teach” with fear,
Redefine what it means to rot.
They train the soul to disappear —
A slave that even dreams it’s not.

And soon the talk turns to the flesh —
To eating it, as if it’s fair.
They test the lines, erase what's left —
And grin as death perfumes the air.

You saw it once in names disguised —
Cow-ID, rules, a quiet Reich.
The gulag now is sanitized,
A touchscreen leash, a social strike.

But even Hell must draw a line —
Its numbers swell, its halls are full.
And now the system starts to grind,
To sort the cinders from the wool.

The souls — they scatter, some to flame,
And some to higher realms unknown.
The Sun prepares to cleanse the shame,
To burn the filth down to the bone.

No more delay. No “moral grey.”
No middle ground, no soft retreat.
The final fire clears the way —
And melts the lies beneath your feet.

You were not born for chains and screens.
Your blood was forged to cut through dark.
But time runs thin — and in between
The silence strikes. And leaves a mark.



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This world is lost — but truth won’t die.
The Sun prepares. The liars fry.
Hell overflows — the gate is closed.
Now choose your path: ignite… or decompose.




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So-Called “Civilization”


They call it “civilized,” this blight —
Where darkness wears a neon mask.
Where minds collapse beneath the night,
And hearts forget their sacred task.

The air is thick with screams and screens,
Where madness feeds on every soul.
A broken world of lifeless scenes,
Where lies are taught as self-control.

The Beast has many names and faces —
It sings through news, through laws, through care.
It builds delight in prison places,
And poisons freedom through despair.

The wise are hunted, truth is mocked,
And silence grows like cancer’s root.
The soul is drugged, the spirit blocked,
And reason drowned beneath the brute.

Yet this is not the final act.
Though bottom cracked and Hell unsealed,
The clock turns not to endless black —
For Light prepares to be revealed.

A Reckoning beyond all speech,
Where fire sees what flesh conceals.
The Sun, no longer out of reach,
Will scorch the filth, and purge the wheels.

Those forged in truth will rise again —
Not as the weak, not born to kneel.
Their flame survives the storms and chains —
Their hearts remember how to feel.

No tyrant grasps the thread of fate.
No screen can mute the call within.
When Spirit speaks, it will not wait —
It burns, it breaks, it starts to spin.

So tremble, world of bought pretense.
Your walls are ash, your power thin.
The final code is not defense —
But Light erupting from within.

And those who walk the narrow path,
Through pain, through loss, through haunted night,
Shall see beyond the beast’s grey wrath —
And be reborn in living Light.



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The lie will fall, the flame will speak.
The brave arise. The strong, the meek.
The Sun will cleanse. The end is near.
But those who burn will reappear.



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Whores of False Science

Their “Lord’s Prayer” — from labs of lies:
Like priests, but dumber, dead behind eyes.
They chant their dogma, dull and thick,
And jab your face with “logic” sticks.

Their "proofs" are forged, absurd, and hollow,
But sheep are soft — they whine, they follow.
And so these whores of science fake
More lies than truth can ever shake.

With Cow-ID they raised the stakes —
A rerun show of AIDS and snakes.
They frame your mind with twisted tones —
The Overton Window’s cracking bones.

No more "proof" — just bland decree.
"Believe or die" — that’s now the plea.
The whore-machine no longer waits,
Facts take too long — they slam the gates.

Their truths are vomit, served as gold.
The dim retreat into their holes.
City rats think sludge is right —
They melt in numbers, blind to light.

The camp is coming, digitized.
Each word they speak — another lie.
The Beasts proclaim it, whoring loud —
And pain shall rain without a cloud.



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False science kneels to darkest power,
Its lies devour hour by hour.
They build the camp with screens and fear —
And Hell begins… already here.



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The Calm of Rotten Truth

False science prays in sterile tones —
A choir of clerks with hearts of stone.
They chant what’s paid, not what is true,
And pierce the eye with data skewed.

Their proofs are shells, their facts — arranged.
But people, soft and pre-deranged,
Obey with ease. They do not fight.
They beg for lies that sound polite.

They once sold fear through names like AIDS,
Now Cow-ID reshapes the cage.
The Overton Window gently slides —
No one resists. The truth just hides.

There is no need for proof today.
They issue edicts, clear and grey.
The time for reason came — and went.
Now power speaks. Consent is spent.

No one debates. They just affirm.
The cities melt. The people squirm.
They swallow filth as if it's grace,
And call it fact — with vacant face.

A digital camp, precise, refined,
Is built for body, soul, and mind.
The screens will shine. The truth will choke.
No flames — just silence, thick as smoke.

They triple lies and call it peace.
The torturer retires in fleece.
No blood, no cries. No need for chains.
The system runs through quiet brains.



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No need for force. No boots, no screams.
They die inside — and call it dreams.



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Hopeless clarity

1. Lie
A lie no longer wears a mask.
It isn’t hidden.
It isn’t proved.
It’s simply declared —
and thus becomes the norm.

A lie is not a glitch.
It’s the interface.

2. The Mass
The crowd doesn’t want meaning.
It wants a signal.
Rhythm, repetition, approval.
Fear and format.
The mass is not people.
It’s an algorithm
that feeds on human bodies.

3. Silence
There is no resistance.
Only overloaded channels.
Signals multiply —
and meaning dies.
Silence is no longer
the absence of words.
It is all words at once.
Until no words remain.

4. Oblivion
Nothing explodes.
It just fades.
Memory doesn’t burn —
it updates.
What isn’t encoded
never existed.

You didn’t vanish.
You were never launched.

5. Molecule of Fear
Fear is a molecule —
Invisible, yet dense.
It binds the weak and strong,
Turns breath into suspense.

It’s coded deep within —
No cure, no cure but trust.
A virus made of thought,
An endless, choking dust.

6. Simulacrum
Reality's just a shadow
Cast by screens and lies.
Truth dissolves in pixels —
A mask that never dies.

The genuine is deleted,
Replaced by coded frames.
We live inside the fake —
With manufactured names.

7. Erasure
Words once carved in stone
Are now erased in bytes.
The past is overwritten —
Lost in endless nights.

To remember is a crime,
To forget — the law.
History rewritten,
By those who hold the saw.

8. Zero Point
At the zero point —
Where all things cease to be,
The spark of consciousness
Fades to vacancy.

No noise, no light, no thought —
Just endless quiet fall.
The final protocol:
The end of all.


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Fear binds. Truth fades.
Memory dies.
At zero point —
Only silence flies.


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Prophetic Manifesto: The Quiet Collapse

Lie no longer wears a mask.
It’s not concealed, nor proven —
Simply declared, and so it stands:
The new norm, the interface.

The mass no longer seeks meaning,
Only signals, rhythm, echoes.
Fear, approval, frozen format —
An algorithm feeding on flesh.

Resistance fades to silence,
Channels choke on excess words.
Silence is no absence now,
But all words screaming at once —
Until the last breath is stilled.

Nothing explodes; it simply fades.
Memory does not burn, but updates.
What is not encoded, never was.
You didn’t vanish. You were never launched.

Fear is a molecule, invisible but dense,
Binding weak and strong alike,
Turning breath to suspended dread,
A virus made of thought and dust.

Reality is shadowed by screens and lies,
Truth dissolves in coded pixels.
The genuine is deleted,
Replaced by frames and masks.

Words once carved in stone are erased
Byte by byte, overwritten by law.
To remember is crime; to forget, obedience —
History cut down by the saw of power.

At zero point, all ceases to be,
Consciousness fades to vacancy.
No light, no noise, no thought remains —
Only endless quiet fall.

The Final Refrain:
Fear binds. Truth fades.
Memory dies.
At zero point —
Only silence flies.



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Servants of “Culture”

Nothing but self-censorship
In this wretched “culture” pit.
The skin’s the thing — no scholarship —
Just sleaze and shallow counterfeit.

Supporting vile Beast’s demands,
Forward, no delays allowed!
Cash flows if we sell the scams —
Fill the herd — keep them cowed.

If we scare the beaten crowd,
Praise and bonuses appear.
Old templates worn and loud —
We jab the fearful spear.

We parcel lies in measured doses,
Powder them with fake allure.
The flock devours, soon disposes —
Blinded, dull, but so secure.

Thus we serve the Devil’s throne,
Babbling nonsense called “art’s face.”
In a pool of stench alone,
We jerk the crowd’s feelings — a disgrace.

Distracting from the darker scene,
Inviting doom with smiling guise,
This is the pinnacle, obscene —
Of bastards’ vile enterprise.

Decay’s own bards, they proudly sing,
To fools, they seem important kings.



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Culture’s servants sell the lie,
Drowning truth while cash flows by.
Masters of decay and sham —
Puppets in the Devil’s plan.



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The Outcome of “Civilization”

Masters now in treachery,
Long sunk deep in lies and greed,
While happiness is misery —
A mirage, no thought to heed.

Is this the end of “civilization”?
Where scum are bowed to low and vile,
Where genocide and degradation
Wear lies brazen as the style?

Where Honor, Dignity are dead,
And selling out’s as common as breath?
Where nearly all the souls are bled,
And fools and madmen rule as “best”?

Where dulling minds are factories —
Producing fools with steady hand?
The masses blind to chains and lies,
Not seeing shackles on the land.

In wildest slavery they scream
Of “freedom” — fools, forever lost.
The world’s become a broken dream,
A madhouse shrouded deep in frost.

Where beasts now rule through endless age,
Changing form, but fascism’s core.
Where murderers write the savage page,
And wars explode forevermore.

Nazism once named Hitler’s brand,
Now worse in Bedlam’s bloody reign.
False scientists lower than the sand,
Blind liars fueling the insane.

Here Reason’s clouded, minds obscured,
The Spirit lost, while Satan schemes,
His plan of ruin all assured —
Your country’s falsehoods haunt your dreams.

We’ve hit the bottom — no more down.
The time has come to burn this hell,
To free the world from monstrous crown,
From all who made it such a cell.

Traitors will fall and be erased —
No Human left in their design.
Though many lost, their minds displaced,
The fire will cleanse the grand decline.

A rebirth born of Spirit’s flame,
But no “ticket” to paradise,
If you accepted this decay,
And let the Evil grow and rise.

You’ll need resolve and steady will,
This shame, this rot, this deadly blight.
Endure the Spirit’s slaughter still?
Endure the Mind destroyed by night?

Measure your life to the bottom,
Pour it out in battle’s fire.
Let scum be burned — reject your doom.
Defy the Fate they’d all conspire.

Slave’s fate is fixed for many — true.
But those who fight are never slaves.
Though soul enchanted, weakened too,
Though poor and crushed beneath the waves.

Fight on — seek out new paths to tread.
The vile know all old tricks by heart.
Strike fresh, strike hard — crush them dead!
Trample their rot, tear it apart!

Dirt to dirt. But light to light alone
Will always strive and find its way.
Know this: you’re demi-god, your throne
Is struggle, tearing scum away.

Victory of Light is writ in fate.
Be bold. Honor alone commands.
The soul’s salvation waits for those
Who fight — while vengeance strikes the lands.



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The end is rotten, but still we fight —
For Light, for soul, for what is right.
Stand strong, destroy the vile breed —
Victory’s born of fearless deed.



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The Reckoning of Civilization

Masters of betrayal, steeped in lies,
Long drowned in greed, devoid of light,
While happiness, a mirage, dies—
And thought dissolves in endless night.

Is this the end of “civilization”?
A world bowed down before the scum,
Where genocide and degradation
Are law, and lies become the drum?

Where Honor and Dignity lie dead,
Where selling out’s as common as breath,
Where souls lie crushed, and fools instead
Are crowned the norm — the face of death.

Where dulled minds churn in factories,
Producing fools with cruel precision,
The masses blind to their own chains —
Unaware of their submission.

In wildest slavery, they cry
Of “freedom,” fools with broken wills,
A world that’s lost beneath a sky
Of madness, darkness, endless chills.

Beasts rule across the endless age,
Changing masks but not their core.
The savage page of war and rage
Repeats, surpassing times before.

The horrors named from past regimes—
Now pale before today’s dark reign.
False prophets preach in fevered dreams,
Spreading lies that blind the sane.

Here Reason fades into the void,
The Spirit lost, consumed by shade.
While Satan’s plan is now deployed,
Your homeland’s soul begins to fade.

We’ve hit the lowest point — no more descent.
The hour has come to cleanse the flame,
To burn away the foul torment,
And free the world from vice and shame.

The traitors fall — erased by fire,
No trace remains of man’s disgrace.
Though many minds may yet expire,
The flames will purify this place.

From Spirit’s ash, a new dawn springs,
But no free pass to Heaven’s gate,
If you accepted rot’s dark kings,
And stood aside while evil’s fate.

Hold fast your will, embrace the fight,
Endure the shame, the dark abyss.
Can you withstand the endless night?
Or fall into the dark’s cold kiss?

Measure your life down to the core,
Pour it forth in battle’s breath.
Let scum be purged forevermore —
Reject the judgment cold as death.

The slave’s fate lies in chains and pain,
But fighters carve a different way.
Though weakened, poor, entranced by chains,
The soul that fights will never sway.

Seek out new paths, beyond the old,
The vile know every worn deceit.
Strike hard anew — destroy, uphold!
Trample corruption beneath your feet!

From dirt to dirt, but light to light,
The spark will reach beyond the gloom.
You are a demi-god in fight —
Destroyer of the rot and tomb.

The victory of Light is writ
By fate itself — be bold, be just.
Salvation waits for those who quit
Not fighting — but who fight and trust.

Prophetic refrain:
The darkness falls — but light remains.
From ashes rise, break all the chains.
The final reckoning is near —
Stand firm, for dawn will soon appear.



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Concentration Camp

No education here remains —
Spirit crushed, and Reason dulled,
A conveyor belt of numbness,
Blind slaves, slow-witted, culled.

The newsfeed floods with lies and rage,
It fills the mind, consumes the soul.
You’ll vanish lost and wasted—
Left only with the toll.

Bastards rob you of your honor,
Of conscience, thought, and light.
This is no jest — revenge is coming
For Spirit’s sacred might.

They have their false “science” teaching,
Where “brain alone creates it all.”
Those whores deny the Spirit —
This madness will soon fall.

This herd of worthless liars,
Pushing falsehoods with a sneer,
“Respectable” in masks they wear —
Believe them, and you’re lost, my dear.

Forget the sacred Spirit —
You’re then just rotten scum,
A door to hell and chaos,
The void where life’s undone.

Without the Spirit, you’re a wretch —
A shameful pestilence,
Who bears the rule of tyrants
In Earth’s dark penitence.

The Earth already trembles,
Soon swept of all its grime.
No Spirit, no defiance,
Only fools in honor’s prime.

Not search, but brutal censure —
Not knowledge, but deceit.
They need a foolish servant,
A slave beneath their feet.

A global camp they’re building —
The whole world in their grasp.
With flags adorned by red crosses —
Reason they unclasp.

Those who trust the fascists —
A countless horde of scum.
In this enslaved domain,
The mind is swiftly done.

The Spirit faces slaughter —
Such is the times we live.
Become a dung fly here —
The price for your submission.

And gladly they accept it —
A true and living hell.
The scum will not stop killing —
While fools rejoice and dwell.

Imbeciles, psychos,
Schizoids and maniacs rise,
New forces bred of evil —
Smart minds soon meet their demise.

Two thirds of all the people
Are mentally decayed.
Corruption’s limit reached —
No country left, just shade.

A raw-material appendage,
To Cabal they belong.
Betrayal’s bitter cost,
Declared a war so strong.

Annihilation for all —
Awake! Resist this fate!
Rise up against the darkness,
Fight fascism before too late.



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Concentration Camp

No true learning dwells within these walls —
The Spirit crushed, the Mind undone,
A factory of dullness churns,
Where blind slaves march as one.

The flood of lies, a raging stream,
Fills every hollowed space.
And lost, you fade without a trace —
Left only with despair’s embrace.

Bastards strip away your Honor,
Conscience, reason — all laid waste.
This is no jest, but sacred vengeance,
The Spirit’s wrath misplaced.

They wield false science — sterile, cold —
Where only brain commands the soul.
Those traitors cast the Spirit out,
Their poison taking toll.

This flock of liars, false and proud,
Speaks with a hollow, brutal sound.
“Respectable” in their disguise —
Believe them, and be bound.

Forget the sacred flame within —
Become a shadow, torn and thin.
The gates to Hell yawning wide,
Where light and life rescind.

Without the Spirit, all is dust —
A wretched pestilence,
Enduring tyrants’ dark designs
On Earth’s fallen conscience.

The planet shudders, cursed and torn,
Soon swept beneath the storm.
No Spirit’s spark, no daring soul —
Just fools in empty form.

Not seeking truth, but censure’s grip,
Not knowledge, but deceit's embrace.
They crave a servant dull and blind —
A slave lost in the race.

A global camp now stretches wide —
The world itself enslaved.
Red crosses mark the banners raised —
Reason crushed and waived.

Those who trust the fascist lies —
A legion blind and lost.
In this realm of shackled minds,
Wisdom pays the cost.

The Spirit’s slaughter is the age —
A time of shadowed breath.
Become a dung fly in this world —
The price of slow death.

They welcome chains with open arms —
Hell’s kingdom on the rise.
The scum will not cease their slaughter —
As fools applaud their lies.

Imbeciles and madmen reign,
Born from evil’s endless night.
Bright minds snuffed like fragile flames —
Doomed to silent blight.

Two thirds succumb to madness’ grip,
Corruption’s final veil.
No country left, just empty shells —
A world doomed to fail.

A raw resource, bound in chains,
To Cabal’s dark domain.
Betrayal’s bitter, burning brand,
Declared a war of pain.

Destruction falls on all alike —
Awake! Resist the fall!
Rise up, reclaim the Spirit’s flame —
And break the fascist thrall.



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When Spirit dies, the world grows cold —
A prison forged by lies untold.
But in the depths, the flame survives —
Resist, arise, and fight to thrive.



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Concentration Camp

1. Conveyor of Darkness
No light escapes this grinding mill,
Where minds are crushed and souls are still.
A conveyor belt of dumbed-down breath,
Marching blind to endless death.

Identity lost, all voices fade,
Replaced by shadows the system made.
A world turned grey, devoid of thought,
Where reason dies, and slaves are caught.

2. Flood of Falsehoods
The floodgates open — lies cascade,
In waves of noise, the truth betrayed.
A storm of words, a tidal wave,
That drowns the free and feeds the slave.

False prophets preach from screens alight,
Replacing day with endless night.
The mind consumed by crafted tales,
Where freedom withers, hope now pales.

3. Stripped Spirit
The Spirit’s skin is torn away,
Conscience crushed beneath the fray.
Honor shattered, cast to ground,
In silence deep, no peace is found.

The sacred flame grows dim and cold,
By hands of liars bought and sold.
Yet in this void, a spark remains —
A seed beneath the weight of chains.

4. The Gate to Oblivion
The gate swings wide, a yawning void,
Where light and life are both destroyed.
A realm where souls are cast aside,
No hope, no truth, no place to hide.

This threshold marks the break of being,
The end of all that once was seeing.
Without the Spirit’s guiding flame,
Existence burns, reduced to name.

5. Chains of Illusion
Bound tight in chains of crafted lies,
The mind enslaved, the Spirit dies.
Illusions thick as iron bars,
Conceal the truth beneath the scars.

Betrayal sows the darkest seed,
To bind the will and crush the creed.
Yet even locked in deepest night,
The soul may rise to grasp the light.

6. The Silent Fall
No thunder sounds, no battle cries,
Just quiet as the spirit dies.
A slow decay, a fading breath,
The gentle drift toward cold death.

All meaning slips like grains of sand,
Slipping fast through unseen hands.
The world reduced to hollow shell,
A tale of silence none can tell.

7. The Spirit’s Flame
But in the blackest, bleakest night,
A tiny spark begins to fight.
Unseen, unheard, it burns within,
A quiet war to cleanse the sin.

This flame defies the endless dark,
A promise held within the spark.
No chains can bind, no lies can kill,
The Spirit’s flame burns on, until—

8. The Reckoning
The reckoning will shake the ground,
When truth at last is unbound.
The tyrants fall, their lies undone,
The night recedes before the sun.

Stand firm, arise, reclaim the fight,
The dawn is breaking through the night.
The Spirit calls — awake, arise!
And cast the shadows from your eyes.

Final refrain:
From darkness born, the Spirit wakes —
The cage will break, the soul remakes.
The path is hard, the night is long,
But Light will triumph, pure and strong.



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Help Talents Shine

Help talents rise and show their face.
Forget schools, forget the holy place —
Where children’s minds are dulled and crushed,
Their spirits broken, hopes are hushed.

They turn them all to slaves and tools,
To serve the weak, the blind, the fools.
But talent stands above the pack,
Rarely does the herd have its back.

Inside them lies a twisted doubt —
A complex bred to drag them out.
The plight of talents — Bedlam’s shame,
A world that plays a ruthless game.

It’s always been this way, you see —
A mad world helps the weak to be.
It breeds the same, a vicious breed,
Because the worthless need their seed.

So if you’re gifted, trust yourself,
Gather your strength, claim your own wealth.
Though lonely roads are hard and long,
Self-censorship will keep you strong.

Be your own master, don’t despair —
In solitude, find courage there.



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Help Talents Rise

Help the gifted break the chain —
Schools and temples breed the pain.
Dulling minds, crushing the soul,
Turning free hearts into coal.

Talent stands alone and proud,
Rises strong above the crowd.
Trust yourself — be your own guide,
Master self, with fearless stride.

No more chains, no false disguise —
Let your spirit claim the skies!



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Rise, Talents — Break the Chains!

Schools and temples? Damn their lies!
They crush your spirit, feed you lies.
Turning children into slaves,
Dumbed-down beasts, their souls in graves.

Talent’s rare — and hated deep,
By weaklings who just crawl and creep.
But you — stand tall, ignite your fire!
Burn their lies, destroy their pyre!

No master but yourself, no chains,
Own your power — break their reins!
Rise fierce, rebel, and never bow,
The future’s yours — claim it now!



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So-Called Medicine

False medicine — a brutal cult,
Their “god” is Satan’s face.
Filthy fiends rule as chief and judge,
Their “cures” a worthless disgrace.

They silence truth about the cancer,
While healing herbs hold sacred power.
Cut off from Spirit’s subtle ties,
Disease blooms when souls grow sour.

Not human — rotten flesh remains,
They mask the pain, ignore the root.
A herd of traitors, vile and base,
Like vets who treat their two-legged loot.

Now veterinarians turned fascists,
Injecting junk, inventing ills.
Their aim — to punish, lock in cells,
Health’s death sentence, lies and kills.

Get off the backs of human souls,
You scum — release your cruel control!



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False Medicine — A Brutal Cult

False medicine — a ruthless sect,
Their “god” is Satan, pure defect.
Filthy beasts run chief and law,
Their “cures” are poison, fraud and flaw.

They hush the cancer’s deadly truth,
While herbs hold power, nature’s proof.
Cut off from Spirit’s sacred thread,
Where souls decay, disease is bred.

Not men, but rotting lumps of flesh,
They chase symptoms, miss the mesh.
Traitors, scum — a brutal horde,
Like vets who herd us like the bored.

Now fascist vets with poisoned knives,
Inject their junk to steal our lives.
Their goal — to kill, lock down, enslave —
Health’s graveyard, reform’s dark grave.

Get off our backs, you filthy spawn!
Your twisted reign will soon be gone!



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Nature and the Fools

An insult to Nature’s core —
All two-legged fools we deplore.
They lie as freely as they breathe,
Like mice before the fascist wreath.

Today, the F;hrers rot away —
Only scum will kneel and obey.
This garbage heap has no renown —
Just endless howls, a mournful sound.

They howl as if they’ve been stung,
Where Nature’s scars stay old and wrung.
Islands in the ocean’s flood —
Trash they leave where life once stood.

But Nature heals her wounds with speed,
The Sun will burn their vile breed.
She’ll scorch the fools who scar her face,
And save her sacred, ancient place.

After fire comes rebirth’s dawn —
From human filth the pain is drawn.
The spirited, the fierce, the wise
Will live beyond these darkened skies.



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Nature’s Reckoning

An insult carved on Nature’s face —
Two-legged fools defile her grace.
They breathe lies like poisoned air,
Scurrying rats in fascist snare.

The F;hrers rot — decay’s parade,
Only vermin kneel and fade.
This cesspool reeks of foul decay,
Just endless howls, no light, no way.

They howl as if the sting is near,
Where Nature’s wounds bleed year to year.
Islands lost in oceans’ tears —
Trash marks graves of ancient years.

But Nature’s wrath will heal and burn,
The Sun will scorch till none return.
It cleanses with its ruthless flame —
To purge the Earth, reclaim her name.

From ashes rises life anew,
The pure, the fierce — they will breakthrough.
The souls with Spirit, sharp and bright,
Will pierce the dark, restore the light.



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Nature’s Reckoning

An insult carved on Nature’s face —
Two-legged fools defile her grace.
They breathe lies like poisoned air,
Scurrying rats in fascist snare.

The F;hrers rot — decay’s parade,
Only vermin kneel and fade.
This cesspool reeks of foul decay,
Just endless howls, no light, no way.

They howl as if the sting is near,
Where Nature’s wounds bleed year to year.
Islands lost in oceans’ tears —
Trash marks graves of ancient years.

But Nature’s wrath will heal and burn,
The Sun will scorch till none return.
It cleanses with its ruthless flame —
To purge the Earth, reclaim her name.

From ashes rises life anew,
The pure, the fierce — they will breakthrough.
The souls with Spirit, sharp and bright,
Will pierce the dark, restore the light.

Yet those who fed on rot and blight,
Will drown in flames, consumed by night.
No mercy waits for plague or pest —
The Earth will cast them from her breast.

The final chapter — fire and pain,
To cleanse the soil, renew the plain.
And when the smoke and ash have cleared,
The Song of Life will be revered.



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The Vile Sellouts

A horde of vile sellouts breeds on Earth,
Soon it won’t matter their number or worth.
In darkness all will rot and decay,
These half-beings will fade away.

No madness left until the end of days,
For this filth sold out to Satan’s ways.
The Spirit’s bond torn sharp and fast —
A chain that held them in the past.

That chain alone kept bestial fate
From swallowing them — but now too late.
They’ve fallen far below the floor,
This filth remains forevermore.

So foul, so hopeless everywhere,
The mind grows thin in poisoned air.
The world is choked with dull despair —
Stupidity reigns, no one cares.

The media’s barking rabid cries,
Announce new plagues, wars, and lies.
Judas dogs serve their dark command —
Dragging all toward the damned land.

But all these fiends will soon expire,
Consumed by fascism’s fire.
Nature holds her ancient ties —
She needs no cattle, no disguise.

The Sun will burn away the grime,
And save the Earth in ruthless time.
Attacked by fools who mock her name,
The planet’s wrath will burn the shame.

The puppet fools are ruled by lies,
But scorched will be the lowest skies —
Those skins that crawl from hellish pits,
Consumed in fire, as darkness splits.



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Vile Sellouts

A plague of fiends spreads ‘cross the land,
Their numbers soon won’t matter — banned.
In darkness all will rot and die,
Half-human vermin doomed to fly.

The Spirit’s link is torn in two,
Their souls sold out to Satan’s crew.
Below the floor, forever lost —
Their price was damnation’s cost.

Media dogs bark fear and war,
Judas fools open hell’s door.
But Nature’s fire will cleanse the blight,
Burning fools into the night.

The lowest skins will turn to ash,
Consumed by Earth’s relentless lash.



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The Stench of Earth’s Pen

Two hemispheres, a neural mess —
A dumb fool lost in loud distress.
If you believe the mind’s the source
Of all thought’s flow and mental force,

Listen close — the Heart’s the key,
The brain’s receiver, you will see.
Soon you’ll grasp the nursery
Of evil’s rise, its cruelty.

Declare the fall of this dark sphere —
Where fiends through rot and foul veneer
Control the mind and spirit both,
“Life’s okay!” — a narcotic oath.

The Spirit’s life — the core, the spine,
The mind should serve — but they decline.
If you’re “too smart,” you’re cast aside:
“You lack the brain,” the crowd decides.

A world reversed — all lies and schemes,
The final age of shattered dreams.
A reckoning for perversions deep,
Alien to Light — the price is steep.

Destruction calls — the fiends must pay,
The slaves who fell below decay,
Will burn with fiends in purging flame —
Farewell, foul stench! No more your name.



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Earth’s Stench

Two brains but fools remain,
Lost in noise and endless pain.
Mind’s not source — the Heart’s the key,
Brain’s receiver — now you see.

Evil’s brood, the darkened den,
Rotting souls and wicked men.
Spirit’s core, the mind’s just slave,
Truth defied by crowd and knave.

World turned upside down in lies,
Final dawn of darkened skies.
Fiends must pay — the slaves will burn,
Farewell stench — no more return!



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The Stench of Earth’s Prison

Two hemispheres, a neural mess —
Dumb fools lost in endless stress.
Brain’s not source — just receiver’s place,
Heart’s the fire, the sacred space.

Here breeds the spawn of darkest hate,
A hellish den, a cursed state.
Rotting minds and soulless beasts,
In Spirit’s fall, the plague’s unleashed.

If “too smart,” you’re cast aside,
By mob of liars, numb with pride.
The world inverted, lies and schemes,
The final age of shattered dreams.

The stench must burn, the fiends must die,
No mercy in the cleansing sky.
Slaves and monsters, all will fall —
Earth’s last verdict — end of all.

Farewell foul stench, no more remain,
Your reign is ash, consumed by flame.



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Lay Down the Law

We’re just the shells, the empty husks,
Where once the “nut” was held inside.
Our deeds are madness, sin, and rust —
In spirit’s depths we must reside.

Refill yourself, the core is Spirit,
Words can’t grasp what lies within.
Don’t trust your ears — intuition’s merit,
Cast out the lies and all their sin.

Turn on your inner voice’s light,
Drive falsehoods far from mind and sight.
Forget “traditions” — waste and rot,
The dump where all the filth is caught.

The Inner Voice will never lie,
Darkness cracks — you hear the cry.
Lies swarm to kill with venomed sound,
Fools march in ranks, all tightly bound.

Those ranks lead straight to death’s cold cage,
“Cured” of thought in this dark stage.
Red Cross flag hides the stinking waste,
A slaughterhouse — a fatal place.

In filth and poison, death’s the goal,
That’s why these fiends wage war on souls.
World wars thrice, the box blares lies,
This world’s a slaughterhouse in disguise.

Believe? Then don’t complain or weep:
Fools kill with poison or with cheap
Wars forged to bind and grind us down —
Escape the zoo, shed every shroud.

Stand strong in Spirit, sharpen mind,
The “flies” find hell a place to dine.
Seek free-thinkers, build your bands,
Shun the madness, join your hands.

The Sun will help, the light will kill
The filth that feeds on fear and ill.
Though hard the path, restore the link —
The bond with Spirit — stop the sink.

The closest is the mind that’s free,
The rest are corpses — dead, you see.
You’re fractal’s part in Spirit’s frame,
Not lost, if you keep burning flame.

There’ll be Light and Victory,
If you fight relentlessly.
The fiends will vanish without trace —
No more the vermin in our space.

Light lives only in the Spirit,
United with the world’s merit.
The “flies” won’t get this, their fate —
Death alone, a certain gate.

Down they go, into new hell —
Where fascist fiends will surely dwell.
Never yield, though hard the fight,
For Freedom’s cause, embrace the night.

You’ll be reborn beyond this Hell,
Leaving this dark place to quell.
So tremble, “flies,” and quake, foul spawn —
Your end is near, your grip is gone!



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Lay Down the Law

We’re shells without the nut inside,
Mad deeds and sins we cannot hide.
Refill your core — the Spirit’s spark,
Forget the lies that cloud the dark.

Hear your inner voice alone,
The brain’s a tool, the heart’s the throne.
The “flies” all swarm to kill the mind,
Escape their cage, leave hell behind.

Red Cross hides the butcher’s game,
Filth and poison — all the same.
Fools wage wars, spread lies like plague,
The world’s a zoo — refuse the cage.

Stand strong in Spirit, think and fight,
The flies thrive only in the night.
Find your kind, unite as one,
Till light will burn what can’t be done.

The fiends will fall, consumed by flame,
No place for vermin in the game.
Never yield — the fight is true,
Freedom lives inside of you.



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The Grim Manifesto

We are but empty shells,
Once held the seed within.
Our deeds are sin and madness,
A war we must begin.

Fill up your core with Spirit,
Words fail to grasp this flame.
The brain’s no source — a vessel,
The heart calls out your name.

Cast out lies and blind traditions,
The filth that drags us down.
The inner Voice will guide you,
While darkness cracks and drowns.

The flies of falsehood swarm to kill,
The herd of fools aligned.
Their ranks — a living death camp,
Where minds are left confined.

Red Cross flags veil the slaughter,
Poisoned lies breed the war.
A triple world war rages,
This Earth’s become a chore.

Escape the beastly zoo,
Break free at any cost.
Strengthen Spirit, sharpen reason,
Before all hope is lost.

The flies will burn in Hell’s own fire,
Their reign will end in ash.
The fascist vermin crumble,
Consumed in final crash.

Never yield — embrace the struggle,
Fight hard, though shadows loom.
You’ll rise beyond this darkness —
The light will break the tomb.

So tremble, vile spawn, beware —
Your end is writ in stone.
The Spirit’s wrath is coming —
You’ll burn, forsaken, alone.








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Пессимизм и мудрость рядом:
Мало кто продажным гадом
Здесь не стал. Коль есть оценка,
То тоска как сверху пенка.

Деградацию оценишь,
Мир, стоящий на коленях
Перед Злом, рассмотришь смело,
В коем гибло Чести Дело,

Станут чёрными оценки —
И не ждёшь уж перемен ты. 




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Изменения Души —
Только к этому спеши.
Не помогут в этом книги —
Зачастую Зла вериги:

Озверевшая цензура —
И убогая "культура"
В том итогом. Мало толку —
Ерундовина по полкам,

А в эфире
Жёстче, шире
Чушь голимая и ложь —
СМРАДом страхи, глупость множь!




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Управление дебилами через Голимую Чушь

Трындит учитель, дальше в ВУЗе
Профессор самых кислых щей
Чушь укрепляет. Тяжким грузом
В ум пропаганда лезет. Бей

Нещадно ересь, иль в Дурдоме
Всемирном в чуши пропадёшь.
Сознание в нём словно в коме.
Прод`ались ТВАРЯМ ни за грош

Все "светочи ума", а дальше
Лишь дело техники внедрить
В мирок отвалы мерзкой фальши,
С которой жить... Нет, право, гнить!

Ищи внутри на всё ответы —
Духовной сущностью ты был,
Пока ТВАРЬЁ навалом бреда
Не придавило. И дебил

Стал нормой — очень легковерен,
Покорен он любым статьям
"Законов", также Чуши верен,
Удобной правящим чертям.

Мир управляется чрез СМРАДы —
То показал тупой говнид.
Цель управленья — чтобы гадом
Ты стал, забывши Честь и Стыд.

Борись со Злом, ложь разбирая
По полочкам — убога та:
И не дождутся ТВАРИ рая —
Как пастухи среди скота.

Загон всемирный, сплошь на цифре, —
Таков их рай. Разумным — ад.
А правда не исчезла в шифре:
Дух главным — ты тогда не гад.



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Коротышки ума

Коротышка как мартышка
Повторяет чушь всегда:
Дрессировкой дали лишку,
Оскопивши часть ума, —

То считают воспитаньем.
Чушь с напором подавать —
Назовут образованьем.
Дальше будут лгать-пугать

Через СМРАДы — очень надо
Завершить эксперимент
Деградации. Злу радость,
Коль в "сознаньи" инкремент

Мерзости, что губит Душу —
И усиливают пресс:
Коротышки простодушны:
Верят, что во всём прогресс.

Деградация, бездушье,
Слабоумие кругом.
Для Разумных мир удушьем
Стал — сплошной Дурдом-Содом.



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Двустишия
Игорь Выхованец и ChatGPT

Не служишь Душе —
Ты падаль уже.

Из Ада выход — не ныть, а стоять,
Дерьму не кланяться. Время восстать!

Гнидами полон сей мир-погребенье.
Будь человеком — продолжи движенье!

Сожгут твою душу за ложь и за дрожь.
Ты выбрал их? — Ну тогда сам и сожжёшь.

Твой Дух для Ада?!
Противься Гаду!!!

В стране Лошария ложь как норма.
Коль честен — в яму. А мразям — форму.

Сожрали душу, а ты не заметил:
Планета бреда — вновь днюху отметил.



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Movement from Hell

Don’t tremble in fear,
Don’t fall into praying —
The beasts will draw near
When weakness you're playing.

The monsters all lie,
And fascists repeat it.
Let reason run high —
Their sea of lies? Beat it.

Traitors are rife.
The dumb breed in herds.
This world is a strife
Of filth without words.

But stubbornly stand.
Don’t strengthen the forces
Of those who demand
Your soul’s with their corpses.

Their graves wait ahead —
These Judas impostors.
And once you are dead,
They’ll burn soul and conscience.

But being a Man
Takes effort and fire.
No slave ever can
Escape from the mire.

For you are the Soul
That's not of this matter —
The vomit they dole
Can’t drown Spirit's laughter.

If choice must be made —
Decay or Resistance —
Then serve what won’t fade:
The Soul's true existence.

It’s simple and bare:
Don’t bow to the vermin.
Reject all their fare —
The feast of the vermin.

Go inward. Be still.
Align with your center.
Don’t whimper. Don’t chill —
You must be the Mentor.

That alchemy’s sparked
From childhood’s first motion.
The cattle — all darked —
Can't gift you devotion.

They wish to remake
The Spirit to meat.
But all they can fake
Is a servant's defeat.

The Servants of Night
Still try, full of bluster.
But Hell shall ignite
Their Goat-God’s foul cluster.

So rise and be bold —
One path lies before you.
Drop nonsense grown old —
Let madness ignore you.

Endurance is near —
Prepare for the turning:
SALVATION THROUGH FEAR,
Where top flips to burning.

The top is the Soul.
And Honor — the ladder
From death to the Whole —
Beyond all that’s sadder.

That world knows no walls —
It’s not just illusion.
Don't drop when it calls:
Your Soul holds conclusion.

Look there for the Way,
For answers and meaning.
Let Spirit obey —
And keep yourself leaning…

Toward Movement. Ascend!
The lie has no season.
March forth to the end —
With fire, with reason!



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Land of the Foolish, Planet Absurd

Land of the Foolish,
Planet Absurd —
Where evil scripts
Corrupt each word.

Where evil’s plan
Destroys the soul —
And if you're sane,
You pay the toll.

If you speak true,
You're cast away.
But filth and lies?
They rule the day.

They feed on fear,
They praise the crooked,
While crowds of slaves
Are drugged and bookless.

Madness is law —
In chains, they cheer it.
Their world of filth
Stinks near the Spirit.

A beast unseen
Pulls strings from shadows.
Morals unclean —
They crawl like rat-lows.

Land of the Foolish,
Planet of Fakes —
Where truth dissolves
In gaslit lakes.

You’re fed these lies
Since you’re a baby —
And lose your mind
So clean and maybe.

Such clever tools —
To make you serve,
To twist your pride,
To blunt your nerve.

You think you're free —
But bow to villains.
You rot in lies
And feed the killings.

This Planet Absurd
Now meets its doom —
The soul has dried —
Prepare the tomb.

And when collapse
Burns through the season,
There will be frost...
And then — new reason.



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The Mooing...

Timid, dumb, and soft and bending —
That's the mark of slaves.
Only courage earns defending,
Even through harsh waves.

If you're sharp and never kneeling,
Strong in mind and stance,
You won’t stink in this vile sealing —
Hell’s own excrement.

You must see with eyes unclouded:
Truth is black and bare.
The world’s by fascists now enshrouded —
Enough with weak despair!

Be relentless, cold, and blazing,
Kind — to those who feel.
But the flocks? Their stench is grazing
Every human will.

Know this: lies have veiled the heavens.
Genocide is norm.
Rots and filth are now life’s essence,
Reason is deformed.

Souls are slaughtered in great numbers,
Dead inside the skin.
Don't believe the fairy slumbers —
We’re the few within.

In this hell, a few still follow
Toward the Light's defense...
But the dawn feels far and hollow —
Darkness so immense.

Only warlike minds and training,
Soldier’s iron soul,
Help escape this Sodom’s chaining,
Partially — not whole.

Many will be crushed or broken,
Few will understand.
Crowds obey the hellbeast's slogan,
“Bite!” — their sole command.

Freaks command the global madhouse,
Beasts in power play.
Every nation’s turned to cattle —
Dragged like dirt away.

Shall we moo about “kindness”?
Sing of peace and grace?
Fascist slaughter loves such blindness —
Mooing has no place.

It slays sheep in every nation.
So — awake at last!
Let your soul, though torn in laceration,
Fight! And fight steadfast!



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A Different Worldview

A different kind of seeing —
Not what they’ve implanted,
Breaks the ancient binding spell
That’s long been granted.

It’s a common fog of madness,
Where you’re the rotten pawn:
Environment and “enemy”
Bite and gnaw you on.

Spiritual unity,
A mind that’s wide and free —
Can overcome the filth
That thrives in misery.

“Object” is the garbage,
“Subject” trapped in Hell.
We’ve hit the very bottom —
Few escape the spell.

Sharpen intuition,
Multiply your doubt —
Question all tradition,
Search within throughout.

You’ll find the Spirit’s light —
And then you’re truly saved.
While howling “subject” still,
You’re slave to banners waved.

Today’s fascist flag
Is a red cross brand;
Propaganda’s syringe
Has flooded every land.

Free places from fascism —
Today, there are none.
All because of idiocy —
The mischief-maker’s son.

This is no simple magic —
Catch the fleeting spark;
Then we become the others —
United in the dark.

Collective consciousness,
And Light that guides the way.
Don’t slack — become the native,
Burn the lies away.

They’ve dumped heaps of shameless lies —
Like stings that blind and burn.
Mirages that deceive us —
Dangerous to discern.

“Subject” and “object” —
Half-truths at best:
Destroy the ego’s prison —
An ocean in your chest.

And with that ocean vast,
You’ll drown the object’s sway.
Yet wounds remain in minds —
Satan’s cruel display.



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Rats and Goats

Raging rats —
Fascist scum —
Hang over all the world.
That filth won’t come undone,

It’s rising to the ankles,
And it’ll have its way,
Harvesting the Souls —
Its gruesome payday.

The crazed ones rally on,
Supporting every strike,
The dull — like hamsters spinning —
Soon vanish out of sight.

Replaced by soulless shadows.
Here, all things have cost.
Believe the lies they feed you —
And all your strength is lost.

The world’s dropped to the bottom —
Stupidity runs deep.
“Cinema and Germans” passed —
Parodies of “freedom” creep.

Targeted are the natives —
Fascist rabble rules.
Madness mixed with Sodom’s stench —
No need for more fools.

No need for executions —
The dumb submit so well,
That worse can be controlled
With syringe’s silent spell.

Worldwide chaos spreads —
A grim, unyielding fate.
Such horrors multiply
When minds can’t navigate.

If wise — then howl and bow,
Wail, whimper, plead and sigh —
Don’t stand apart from herds,
Blind yourself — don’t pry.

So you won’t see Hell’s face.
But if you’re serious, friend —
Just hold on for a moment —
This world will twist and bend.

Then comes the final battle
With Evil’s iron hand.
But even now be sharp —
A blade, not goat, must stand.

Much here’s already rotten —
War’s the proof we own.
Not all is lost —
Let’s strike the filth and bone.



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Light Will Come

Snitches, torturers,
Fools and freaks abound.
The world is wrapped in Night —
Misfortune all around.

Lights of Truth are scarce,
While traitors flood the field.
Spirit, Honor, Conscience —
Rare gems the darkness sealed.

But blinded freaks don’t know,
If all you see’s the madhouse,
It’s not just fighting Evil —
It’s facing total chaos.

To choose a goat to follow,
To praise a Judas’ name,
Who’s called a sage, a priest,
Or fake scholar of fame,

Is hard to not become
A bastard in the mire.
For ages chained in shame and dullness
Stamped minds like fire.

Herds, not societies —
The few with Spirit, Mind,
Fade fast and faster still.
All answers lie inside.

In Hell’s deep maze, remember
This simple, crucial rule —
Forget it, and you’re lost,
Drowning in the cruel.

The path is hard for few
To shift to something higher.
Time nears the shedding sleep —
Extinguish Evil’s fire.

Root out the seed of darkness —
Poisons spread like plague.
Raise your Spirit up again —
Cast off the filthy plague.

All vermin shall perish —
Their price for shame and lies.
Total war is raging now —
Reason cuts the ties.

Those who endure are saved.
The rest will turn to dust.
For yielding fools drag down
All souls to rot and rust.

We’ve hit the very bottom —
No lower place to fall.
A reboot is upon us —
The prison breaks its walls.

The soul in chains is doomed.
Fascist filth decays.
Who claimed man crowned with wisdom
Was king of nature’s ways?

A failed experiment —
Now sunk in foul disgrace.
Instead of gold — excrement,
Drowning in a toxic place.

Mud to mud, shit to the sewer —
The reckoning will sound!
Forget the yoke of bondage:
In Spirit — Light is found.



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1.
Fools bow down, but souls will rise—
Light breaks through the darkest lies.

2.
At bottom now — but not for long.
Fight the filth; become the strong.

3.
Spirit’s flame will burn the night,
Chains will break, and comes the Light.

4.
Traitors fall and fools will rot.
Only those who fight are not.

5.
Darkness fades where courage stands—
Light is born from fighting hands.



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Crushing Defeat

Endure that "pain"?
Prince of Night, dismiss!
Worthless as naught —
Souls sunk in abyss.

Throughout the world,
In fools we trust,
Only lies and fear,
The world turns to dust.

Without the few —
Not fallen down,
Each passing day
They’re fewer found.

Instead arise —
The meek, the mad,
Who’ll break the will
Of Light once had.

Then comes the next,
And peace will fall:
A global sleep —
Where Reason’s small.

Like CowID test,
Pure Mind’s nearly dead —
Only howl and crunch
Are all that’s said.

Everywhere it screams,
Through silence wide —
Media wails,
And filth’s supplied.

Feeding lies and shit,
Their poison spreads,
The yoke grows heavy —
Pour the shots — to bed.



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1.
Pure minds crushed, the lies devour—
Darkness spreads with growing power.

2.
Fools howl loud, truth’s fading beat—
Reason’s down in crushing defeat.

3.
Chains grow heavy, lies feed the herd—
Silence broken by the absurd.

4.
Darkness wins where courage dies—
Wake up now or kiss truth’s rise.

5.
Crushed the mind, but not the flame—
Fight the night, reclaim your name.



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The Great Masturbation

The fan’s disease is real —
A foolish cause, too prized.
Through nonsense dark conceal
The chaos, dull and sized.

All hobbies, all obsessions
Divert the mind from pain —
When souls are filled with tensions,
It’s filth that rules the reign.

They suck the barks at stadiums —
Life’s chalices, they claim.
Yet no one sees the damage
Behind the emotional game.

The world’s become a big jerk-off —
Emotions drain the brain.
You’ve gathered just some strength,
But enemies gain.

Fear, hate — their finest thrills,
An orgasm soaked in blood.
Yet sick minds cling to lies,
As if this isn’t crud.

The peak of all delusions —
This isn’t slavery, no,
But progress, they proclaim —
While rudeness grows and grows,

A crafty demon’s mask,
To hide the filth below.



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1.
Fans jerk off to lies and hate —
Feeding filth that seals their fate.

2.
Emotions drain your mind to dust—
False progress feeds the brutal lust.

3.
Slaves to hype, they worship pain—
In this game, we all lose brain.

4.
Big jerk-off world, no strength remains—
Only madness, fear, and chains.

5.
Suckers worship blood and rage—
Caught inside the falsehood cage.



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Road to Hell

“Walking through the trials” —
Old phrase, long outworn.
“Road to Hell” fits better —
Poison left for heirs born.

Consciousness is poisoned,
Creating Spirit lost.
Souls here torn and tortured,
Flies breed at heavy cost.

From us, the beasts emerge —
Fascism, genocide.
All powers spew one lie —
Darkness, shame, worldwide.

No need to walk it now —
Only run to save.
Flee headlong from Hell’s grip —
And slay the soulless slave.



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1.
Run from Hell — no time to stall.
Kill the beasts before they crawl.

2.
Poisoned minds, a world in shame.
Fight the darkness, kill the blame.

3.
Soulless fiends rule night and day —
Run, resist, don’t fade away.

4.
No more walking, only flight.
Slay the demons, win the fight.

5.
Road to Hell is paved with lies —
Break the chains, and cut the ties.



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The Little Scam

We’ll launch our little wagon
On the rails of lies — full speed!
A tiny scam, no dragon,
Just a trick for fools to feed.

It’s easy to invent the grift,
Each day the fools grow dumb.
The scammer’s like a sorcerer’s gift —
Not bad, he’s got the gum.

The fake AIDS and CowID —
Far worse than petty theft.
Only scum, the lowest breed,
Would craft such cruel death.

But the usual little con
Is just a joke, a game.
To teach the fools, before they’re gone —
A few bucks lost, no shame.



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Pyramids of the Crowd-“Elite” System —
Inverted (Knowledge) and Upright (Lies)

Directions flow from peaks —
From bottom up, from top down.
Those peaks are wildness,
Driven by lies’ harsh crown.

The pyramid of knowledge
Rises from the base.
Hell of torments at the bottom —
An idiot’s face.

But another foundation
Builds the pyramid of lies:
From “above” it pours downward —
Strike the people’s ties.

Lies overflow, while knowledge
Is but a tiny spark.
Torment of bold falsehoods —
A brazen, loathsome mark.

Through the world’s sewer channel,
Flows this filthy stream.
Fear and dulling minds,
The source of savage dreams.

Fear is sown just like lies,
Blinding all around.
“Stones” are lies and trembling —
In silence, they resound.



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1.
Lies pour down, knowledge starves,
Fear and filth control the hearts.

2.
From top to bottom, lies cascade,
Truth is crushed, the mind betrayed.

3.
Pyramid of lies controls the crowd,
Knowledge buried under shroud.

4.
Fear and lies, the savage roots,
Brains turned dumb by twisted truths.

5.
Sewers flow with falsehood’s flood —
Crush the lies, ignite the blood.



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The Political Circus

Factions, protests —
The circus goes on.
Worse than reactions —
The people decay and con.

Speech is outdated —
Memes lead the show.
Fear inflated —
Other topics low.

Brief distractions —
In strong emotion’s grip.
Is famine coming?
These scum’s tight whip.

The beasts’ commands
Will be obeyed —
Like false plagues
By fools portrayed.

All nonsense swallowed,
As pure coin’s worth.
To camps they march —
Madmen on Earth.

That circus for lunatics,
A freak show for the wise.
Clowns lie boldly —
Madness feeds the lies.



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1.
Clowns lie loud, fools obey—
Circus madness rules the day.

2.
Fear and memes keep minds enslaved—
In this circus, fools are braved.

3.
Nonsense trades as precious gold—
Camps fill up with the controlled.

4.
Madness spreads, the circus thrives—
Truth is crushed, but hope survives.

5.
Puppets dance to beastly calls—
Circus reigns, but darkness falls.



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Political Correctness

It’s not polite to
“Offend” the fools...
The nonsense inspector
Only fools rule.

The smart can’t progress —
They get no break:
They’ll mock you only
By looks. Mistake!

Not polite to
Expose the lies.
It’s “normal” — believe,
Eat and comply.

Believe the brazen crap,
Feed on GMO,
Chemicals in your ears —
Falsehoods flow.

When it piles up —
Count manna from above.
A world of idiots,
So keep quiet —

Respect their dumb love!



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1.
Offend the fools? Not “right”!
Truth’s banned, but lies take flight.

2.
Smart are mocked, the fools praised loud—
Silence forced on thinking crowd.

3.
Feed GMO, swallow lies—
Truth dies slow before our eyes.

4.
Respect the dumb, ignore the wise—
Political correctness’ disguise.

5.
In a world where fools command,
Only silence makes a stand.



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Persistence in Creation

Persistence — not always proof,
For art is but a wave.
Persist — yet clumsy, blunt, aloof —
Often cheap and grave.

To molds and lessons chained,
To habits, rottenness,
Common views and shallow brains —
They drag you to the mess.

Persistence’s just a plateau,
You wait for peaks to climb.
If readers are just “cotton” —
You’re lost before your time.

If fame and bribes entice,
You’re foolish at your core.
But if true honesty
Becomes your inner lore,

Immunity to lies —
From those you called your own —
You’ll not lie, though last in ranks,
Rot’s always on the throne.

Rot always stands atop,
In every age and place.
Persistence is not panic —
But clarity’s embrace.

For clarity’s price is high —
Pay life’s full toll and cost.
You’ll die before your time —
But through you, art lives lost.



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1.
Persistence isn’t proof,
Art’s a wave, aloof.

2.
Clarity’s the price—
Pay with life, pay twice.

3.
Rot sits high on throne,
Truth stands often lone.

4.
Fools chase fame and gold,
Creators brave and bold.

5.
Die before your time—
But leave the lasting rhyme.



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Pseudo-State

Corruption’s a problem?
No — it’s the whole damn system.
Selling freaks all tied up —
Puppeteers at the prism.

How to rule the scum?
Not threats or harsh punishments —
But rot and decay,
Corrupt the whole establishment.

Bastards linked in chains,
Sensitive to bribes.
Anything else?
Just pain that thrives.

Like caring for homeland —
Work done only on paper.
Courts, laws, flags —
Fetishes for the traitors.

Like vermin to crooks —
A criminal machine:
“Freedom” is just a meme,
A false hope unseen.

All memes spawn deception.
Fascism’s filthy reign:
End of the comedy —
Doomed legacy’s stain.



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1.
Corruption’s no glitch —
It’s the system’s pitch.

2.
Puppets pull the strings,
Rot in everything.

3.
Freedom’s just a meme,
Fascism’s dark regime.

4.
Lies breed power’s game,
End of hope, all shame.

5.
Criminal machine,
Falsehood’s deadly scene.



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To Act, You Must Rise Above the Act

To act with skill and power,
Desire and strength alone won’t do.
You must ascend above the thing—
Or all your work falls through.

The low can’t grasp the high,
True flight reveals the whole.
All else are mere opinions,
From a lower, stagnant soul.

Opinions from a hellish world
Where we barely survive.
The path to Light is distant—
While we but dream and strive.

You cannot grasp the Truth
Without looking deep inside.
Forget the Darkness’ counsel—
Where your true answers hide.

In this low realm’s advice,
Insanity has grown.
Since childhood we’ve been robbed
Of thoughts we call our own.

To act with true intent,
You must learn to think and rise.
Without such action, death—
A hell that never dies.



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1.
To act, rise high above,
Or all your efforts shove.

2.
Low minds cannot see light—
Ascend to win the fight.

3.
Think and rise, then do—
Without this, doom’s in view.

4.
Acting needs the flight,
Or fail in endless night.

5.
Lift your mind, break free—
Only then acts be.



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Blindfolded Minds

No path leads forward, no ascension
Without confronting our blindfolded state.
Enlightenment? Sheer self-deception—
The mind rots fast at such a rate.

Decay has reached its final stage—
Two-thirds are ranting, brainless fools.
To tear the blinders off with rage—
Requires far more than common tools.

Only the Spirit holds the key,
The beacon through this maze of lies.
Without it, there's no liberty—
Just branded beasts in man’s disguise.

And lies—so bold, so absolute—
Will shred what's left of reason’s grace.
True depth is dying at the root—
This joke now wears a deadly face.

So grip the Spirit, fierce and tight—
There’s barely time, and chances sink.
For hollow words and poisoned spite
Have pierced your soul before you think.



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Rip Off the Blinders — or Die Like the Herd.
The Spirit is Fire. The Rest is Just Turd.



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War and “Peace”

Retreat? It’s a “relocation.”
Plunder? Just “a sacred peace.”
Dumbed-down masses, no salvation —
Lies are shouted without cease.

Decomposition stinks all over.
“Governance”? A clone in place.
Some inhuman rotting ogre
Long ago usurped the space.

What peace?! It’s slow extermination —
For a century it’s been this way.
Each new herd-born generation
Grows more vacant by the day.

This is war — and true awareness
Must become the burning core.
All the sheep led to their slaughters
Only kiss their tyrants more.

“Gentle tsar”? A goat’s intestines.
How long buy that same old lie?
Glory’s fake in shows and marches —
What we breathe is rot and cry.



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No Peace — Just Rot

They call it peace — it reeks of war.
The herd grows dumber than before.
A throne of filth, a crown of lies —
While truth in chains and silence dies.



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What Would It Cost Us?

What would it cost us
To reshape the crowd,
Triple the falsehoods,
Raise our rooftops proud —
And gift the world
A madhouse full of slaughtered herds?



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"Raise the Roof —
Let Madness Rule,
And Slaughter Be the Golden Tool!"



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Attacks and Dumbass Tracks

Dimwits shine
On the front line —
Best for battles, through and through.
Feed them lies,
Watch them rise —
They'll destroy the thinking few.
Madness grows,
Darkness flows,
Reason slows...
And dies, no less.
Thus the tale ends in distress.



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Feed the fools —
They'll crush the wise.
Darkness wins
When reason dies.