Игорь Выхованец, стихи 12501-13000

Игорь Выхованец

Игорь Выхованец, стихи: 12501-13000

Неологизмы: кретинизма
Поможет также новояз
Достичь. Придурки для фашизма
Ценней чем бомбы, пули, газ.

И там, где есть родное слово,
Чтоб корни тихо подрубить,
Вставляют латинизм. Оковы
В уме сильней всего. И ум гнобить

Помогут многие "находки",
А новояз в них только часть.
Слова бьют часто посильнее плётки —
Чрез СМРАДы ныне ТВАРЕЙ власть

Осуществляется. Лже-доктор
Скрывает смысл чрез латинизм.
И масштабирует сплошь "прок" тот
Уродливый тупой фашизм.

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Скафандр плоти и искажённого ума

Осознание в скафандре — вот что значит человек.
Но подкралась закавыка: вот уже который век
"Веселящий газ" с ипритом вместо воздуха, стекло
В шлеме, ранее разбито, из мозаики пошло
В производство. Сумасшедший стал итогом, он забыл
Миссию свою, увечья нормой посчитав. Закрыл
Он в своём "уме" возможность
Без скафандра вновь парить,
Проявляя осторожность, —
Чтобы в чуждом мире ... гнить.

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Кто создаёт божков?

"Человек не способен создать даже червяка, зато богов создаёт дюжинами".
Мишель де Монтень, XVI-ый век.

Спасители, вершители
И прочая херня — потоком.
Не люди, Искусители,
В Загоне Зла жестоком

ТвАрят божков, чтоб рабство
Чуть приукрасить. Тьма
Суёт свое похабство
В развалины ума,

Чтоб ВНУТРЬ не обратились,
Ища вовне божков.
Рабов тем превратили
В дебилов. Дураков

Легко держать в Загоне
Лишь ложью, ведь оград
Не напасёшься. Стонет
В нём Чуткий и плодится глупый гад.

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True Clarity

To keep the mind unclouded,
No chatter, no deceit —
Perceive this world as shrouded
In filth beneath its sheet.

Observe — but stay unshaken,
Seek out your primal face,
And when the Light has wakened
One moment of its grace —

Don't cling! Or else illusion
Will fake that Light again.
Thus every foul delusion
Is dressed in holy names:

"Enlightenment", "Nirvana"...
The damned will always fall
For trash dressed as banana
Peels in their monkey squall.

The fakes of evil linger —
They flood the world, they hum.
The Soul has guiding fingers,
While lies will lead to scum.

This madhouse of deception —
It’s global. Time to wake!
This coma-like reception
Of dreams you must forsake.

To intuition turning —
Forget tradition’s cage!
A dogma merely burning
With ego’s rotting rage.

So many preach like parrots,
So few are truly pure.
Your Soul may rot in tarots
If dogma is your cure.

The world is run by vermin —
Religions packed with brutes.
Their festivals determine
How Satan prosecutes.

Reject their pomp and poison!
Their “science” just as fake —
Corrupted and exploitive,
A war for spirit's sake.

A war against all Meaning —
The frontlines are your mind.
Be strong, refuse their scheming,
No peace with those aligned.

Not humans — just abusers,
The herd is mostly dead.
No place left now for losers
If demons rule instead.

So keep your mind untainted —
Let this your protest be.
Stand tall, though darkness's painted
The world — and fight to see.

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1.
Keep your mind a blazing blade —
The world is filth in holy shade.

2.
Clarity's revolt begins
Where lies wear halos on their sins.

3.
Don't kneel to beasts in sacred dress —
Their dogma leads to mind's regress.

4.
The soul won't shine in demon schools —
Reject their gods. Defy their rules.

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The Deadlings

A tangled mess of empty schemes —
Deceit, delusion, fruitless fear.
This world’s dementia kills our dreams —
And turns our lives to ash down here.

Not ash alone — the walking dead
Surround the few who still can think.
To call them fools won’t clear your head —
Their souls are gone. They rot. They stink.

Soulless, mindless, they are many,
Yet preach of “God” with vacant grin.
That’s just the mark — the dark uncanny
Of filth the propaganda’s in.

Fascism rules the global madhouse,
A circus soaked in fear and shame.
The Spirit fades. We drift in blackout,
While Reason’s near-extinguished flame.

This is the frame — you’ve seen it clearly
In lines above, without a mask.
And each bears blame. If you act merely
By silence — you betray the task.

Your soul will shrink in meek submission,
Your mind will rot and fall apart.
You’ll join the ranks of Death’s procession —
Unless you burn this madhouse start!

The choice is made — on high, it's spoken:
The Sun ignites — no shade, no shield.
It burns this world of minds all broken —
This hell, where Satan’s crown is sealed.

A tangled mess of hollow chatter,
Of fear and fraud and empty pride —
Yet if you’re free from all this clatter,
You just might not be cast aside.

So slam the door — let truth come roaring!
Create, expose, reveal, defy!
Let no one see you kneel, imploring —
But watch the Beast with open eye.

Few hear — propaganda's swelling,
It blinds, it numbs, it calls the shots.
This rotting world’s controlled by felons,
Who herd the meek in stinking lots.

They herd. They “heal.” They called it CowID,
A circus trick for global fools.
But retribution's coming — how it’d
Scorch those who claimed they made the rules!

The Reaper’s near — from higher stations.
He’ll reap the wise and burn the weeds.
So rise — in strength and revelation:
The weak stay mute when evil feeds.

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1.
The deadlings preach while Reason dies —
Burn down their madhouse, tear the lies!

2.
Don't beg the Beast, don't kiss its claw —
Expose the filth, become the Law.

3.
The Sun is lit. The weeds will burn.
Now is the time — refuse to turn.

4.
A soul that kneels is dead already.
Stand tall. Be fierce. Be sharp. Be steady.

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Take the Blow

Take the blow of fate, degraded —
You're not the judge of mortal things.
Satan, godlike simulated,
Strikes those who won’t bow down to kings.

So few refuse to bow or grovel —
Through crowds, his vengeance finds its prey.
If you endure too long, you’ll swallow
Your soul — in Hell. And honor? Stray.

And Reason sinks as well, discarded —
They stir all minds into decay.
This mix must rot — dark, foul, unguarded —
The Beast demands it be that way.

They call it "thought", this mass infection —
A groupthink brain, half-dead, half-blind.
But you — the one who shows defection —
They’ll break you down with all their kind.

The parents first, the school, the leaders,
The crowd — they’ll come in one tight wave.
They’ll train you fast — not as a thinker,
But as a servant. As a slave.

It’s hard to take those blows, unbending,
Alone — but if you still resist
The world of fakes and false pretending,
You’ll glimpse the Spirit’s shining mist.

Soullessness is all around you.
The halfwits want to teach you how
To crawl, submit, and let them hound you —
In Hell, that’s what they nurture now.

So go within — where intuition
Can guide you through the darkest hour.
Don’t count on rituals or traditions —
They're masks for greed, control, and power.

Religious “gods” are fed and bloated,
While truth is smothered under gold.
And science too is weak and hopeless
If Spirit there is bought and sold.

Lies hit much harder than injections
Of fear and filth from soulless swarms.
The media breeds mass infections —
Through lies they rule, through lies they form.

For centuries the beasts have guided
This world through fear, deceit, and pain.
And now, the rot can’t be divided —
It burns. It breaks. And none remain.

The purge begins through great collisions —
Disasters come to clear the air.
This world, that drowned in fascist visions,
Will reap the doom it chose to bear.

But if you took the blow — and stayed there,
And didn’t break — then you may rise.
Fight back. Don't beg. Let truth invade there —
Within are all the clear replies.

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1.
The blow of lies? Take it and stand.
Truth strikes within — not by command.

2.
They train you soft. You fight alone.
But Spirit shines when masks are gone.

3.
Bow down — you're dead. Resist — you rise.
The war is won through inner eyes.

4.
The Beast breeds fear. The herd obeys.
You burn it down — or rot in haze.

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Pseudo-Science, or The CowID Test

“There is only as much truth in science as there is math in it.”
— Immanuel Kant

When Laplace was asked why he admitted physicians to the Academy,
though medicine isn’t a science, he said:
“So they can speak with scientists.”

Mathematics can’t describe
Even particles with grace —
And the “sciences” contrive
Pure lies to hide their hollow face.

But none have lied so deep, so wide
As medicine in modern dress.
(That Laplace did not foresee —
What filth would flourish from that mess.)

CowID proved it. Take a glance:
The herd is real — the mask, their brand.
A leash for minds that stand no chance,
With swine and vultures in command.

Those who launched that filthy fable
Are too many to be named.
Now we sit at death’s own table —
Where Reason’s final breath is claimed.

The test is failed. The cage is rising.
Digital, cold, and brightly lit.
No escape for those still trying
To think — they’re first to be “unfit.”

The “uninfected” will be hunted.
One by one, they’ll disappear.
All your hopes are now confronted —
For there’s no shelter left for clear.

Degeneration’s law is binding —
This whole dumb world, a broken pact.
And the verdict is defining:
Poisoned cheese. A fatal trap.

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1.
A mask for truth, a leash for thought —
The CowID test? You failed. You’re caught.

2.
Not science — just a slaughterhouse.
The mind is dead. Long live the mouse.

3.
The trap was baited, cheese was sweet —
Now Reason rots beneath their feet.

4.
They called it “care”. It stank of fear.
The herd obeyed — now death is near.

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Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec

“The ones who’ve made this world grotesque
Are always first to ask me:
‘Isn’t it beautiful?’”
— S. J. Lec

Oh, such a beautiful world — hooray!
Liars take aim at truth each day.
Their bullets? Stupidity, proudly worn,
Growing in caliber since I was born.

He died in Poland — Stanis;aw L.
Did he foresee this corporate Hell?
The rise of CowID, the AIDS parade,
A fascist plague in TV-grade.

This filth — “so beautiful”, beasts proclaim.
They rule this globe through blood and shame.
To walk through lies and stay awake
Without becoming just another fake —

That’s not just luck. That’s strength and pain.
And still they scream, with ghoulish grin:
“It’s better now! The world is grand!”
While filth pours out from every hand.

They’ll lie and lie till lies wear gold —
The herd believes what it is told.
“No horror here!” — they chant, amazed.
But is it “people”… or just “grazed”?

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1.
“It’s beautiful!” — the demons shout,
While torching truth and wiping out.

2.
They beg for praise, these beasts in power —
Who pissed on beauty every hour.

3.
You call it “peace”? You call it “grace”?
Then wipe the blood off your own face.

4.
The world’s not vile? Then take a look —
They’ve hung the truth on every hook.

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Approach of the Sheepish Hell

Darkness thickens, rabble turns to sheep,
Bowed beneath the weight of fear and lies
That pour in torrents from the screens — so deep
Mirages spawn, the life they disguise.

A life that serves the Evil’s throne,
But twisted back against the homeland’s core.

We inch toward Sheep Hell — obedience the key.
Within the New Stable ends the road we roam.
It started in chains, beneath fascist debris,
They turn us all to sheep — and little’s left to go.

CowID revealed it all — a muzzle was the test.
Three quarters lost in madness’ grip — no hope, no rest.
For those poor souls, no return to human light.
Room six is sorrow’s ward — a hopeless night.

But fear and bowing down have all been wasted now —
No saving grace in chains, for “evil” cataclysm nears.
It’ll crush the Sheepish World — that filth, that falsehood’s vow.
CowID showed the truth: fascism reigns in all frontiers.

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1.
Sheep herd bound in lies and fear —
Hell draws near, the end is clear.

2.
CowID’s muzzle marks the sheep —
No escape, the fall is deep.

3.
Fascism’s shadow rules the fold —
Burn the lies, reclaim the soul.

4.
Obedience leads straight to Hell —
Break the chains, refuse the spell.

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The Sieve in "Science"

“If facts don’t back the theory —
They must be swept away.”
— Arthur Bloch, “Murphy’s Law”

They sift out all the facts they hate —
The base of science sold and sold.
Few strange attractors here, just bait
Of false docs forged, the lies retold.

With doctored proofs, the scum create
The “evidence” they’re paid to spin.
The media then broadcasts fate —
A poison drip that dulls within.

But facts that would expose the fraud —
A growing heap they bury deep.
All that’s left heard is the nod
Of rot that in their minds will creep.

For orders come from Satan’s throne —
Their masters set the lies to flow.
Hence all around the fake has grown:
Fake AIDS, CowID — fascism’s show.

They think a needle kills more than bombs,
And honest scientists grow scarce.
Instead, they smother colleagues’ qualms —
Destroying truth with subtle farce.

Theories brewed on dirty deals —
“Proofs” whipped up before you blink.
Betrayal rules from peaks to seals —
This world is poison, on the brink.

Theories bought and sold at will,
They play the world like puppets’ strings.
All traitors marching, sharp and shrill —
Attacking fools on broken wings.

The fool surrenders, soon will fall
Darkness’ triumph, cold and grim.
The few who fight stand lone, small,
Bright minds trapped in shadows dim.

Only few resist the evil —
So odds are thin, but still alive.
If you don’t bow, that cursed upheaval
Will falter — madness won’t survive.

That madness bred by false science,
By religion steeped in lies —
A world of torment and compliance,
Where fascism rules and multiplies.

“Science” as a fascist creed:
“Proven!” cries the zombie herd,
Drowned in idiocy, they feed
The slave’s dull, never-ending word.

The mad slaves churned out on demand —
A scientific assembly line.
What comes next? The beast’s command:
To turn us all to cattle, fine.

Just look at Russia’s “Putin” show —
A world beneath, a hellish draft.
But there’s a twist: the warm winds blow —
“Science” means cows that fart, not craft.

My gut whispers now: “Redemption’s near —
Through Death — if that foul world will fall,
By venom’s hand, the truth is clear,
The beast that breaks will break it all.”

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1.
Facts be damned — the lies take root,
Science sold to fascist brute.

2.
Proofs are forged, the fools comply,
Slaves in chains, no reason’s sky.

3.
CowID’s stink, the herd’s disgrace —
Science turned a slaughterplace.

4.
Madness churns on factory lines,
Turning minds to cattle fines.

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The Path of Knowing

“He who ignores the question of existence
suffers from weak-mindedness.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer

A world of fools — prepare for noise,
But not for true existence’ voice.
To fools, this torment is denied —
They clutch the lies, their senses tied.

Look ‘round — it’s cash, not quests or books,
That keeps the vile machine’s strong hooks.
A propaganda war so mean,
To keep the masses dull and keen.

From childhood on, they teach the throng:
“Obey! Dream small, don’t think too long —
About your cottage, car, your toys...”
And thus are made the brainless boys.

Exceptions vanish, birds extinct,
Their voices lost — no time to think.
Idiots rise to fill the space,
As reason dies without a trace.

CowID’s bottom showed the truth —
Reason crushed, no mental ruth.
Digital camps loom close ahead,
Decay spreads fast — the dead will tread.

Artificial dumbing down —
Pressured by lies and false renown.
False science chains, fake faith controls,
Fear and nerves enslave the souls.

The masses dumb, wild, crazed, profane —
They only know to chase the gain.
And here’s the test, the question true:
Will you break free, or join the crew?

Will you reject the herd’s dumb lies,
Seek truth alone, be clear and wise —
Or fall with three quarters of the herd,
Their minds as deaf as any bird?

Grow sharp and fine — embrace your gut,
Let critical mind not shut.
Remember: mind beneath the Spirit,
Belly’s just the noisy merit.

Stock patience well — the Path is hard.
To know the Spirit — not by cards.
Spirit through Spirit comes to light,
Mind’s just tool to hold it right.

The moment comes — a sudden gleam —
When clarity breaks logic’s scheme.
Connected to the all, the whole —
It halts the rot that kills the soul.

Without this direct, clear sight,
Decay is law — your fading light.
This is the core of Spirit’s road.
So rise — begin your heavy load!

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1.
Break free from herd, awake your mind —
True Spirit’s path is hard to find.

2.
Mind serves Spirit — gut just noise,
Walk the path, reclaim your poise.

3.
Clarity bursts beyond the scheme —
Stop decay, ignite the dream.

4.
Three quarters lost — don’t be their prey,
Rise up, and walk the Spirit’s way.

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Fascist States and Their Pocket Terrorism

Terrorism bows to idiocy —
A tool that fools embrace with glee.
Scum serving fascism’s throne —
The states that own the terror’s bone.

They must create the very mess,
To sell “solutions” — more distress.
Strengthening chains, deepening the cage —
We’ll rot in camps, the modern stage.

They blew the towers — CIA’s hand —
So Sovok’s ghosts could still command.
To keep the eagle’s head bowed down,
Suppressing any rising crown.

No future here — just idiotic norm,
CowID revealed the storm.
Beasts lie brazen, vile, and stark,
With every year they darken dark.

Lawlessness spreads like poison’s flame —
Fascism worse than Hitler’s name.
Executions swapped for needles’ sting,
A new war masked with suffering.

The tightening grip drags us deep,
This world descends, no chance for sleep.

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1.
Fascist states breed terror’s breed —
Control by fear, obey, concede.

2.
Towers fall, lies rise in smoke —
Needles replace the gun’s cold stroke.

3.
CowID’s reign, the darkest hour —
Chains grow tight, they kill the power.

4.
No future left — the cage is set,
Fight or drown in their cold net.

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Independent Thinking

“Humanity — or most of it — hates to think alone.
It takes as insult even the faintest call
To leave the beaten path and walk a new,
Different road by its own judgment.”
— Helena Blavatsky

To think is hard. To think is fear:
A world dissolves, once held so near.
No help from thought you’ll ever find —
It fails to save the common mind.

The meek fool mocks, “What a dunce!”
The tyrant’s wrath will soon pronounce:
If quick, it’s death or prison’s chain —
For thinking frees — they fear the brain.

Dumbing down and spirit’s death —
The “path” all generations take.
They march to Hell’s advancing breath,
Dragging souls beneath the break.

CowID showed how close the gate —
Three quarters lost to mindless state.
The herd believes and blindly obeys —
Genocide speeds through fatal haze.

Soulless fools are worse than Hell,
For fascism’s roots grow strong and swell.
The world resembles filth and slime,
As darkness thrives and kills all time.

From filth to Hell’s dark road extends,
When Mind and Spirit slip to end.
Just wait a while — hear tyrants knock —
Their servants come to seal the lock.

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1.
To think alone? They’ll call you fool —
But freedom’s spark breaks every rule.

2.
Three quarters lost — the herd obeys,
While tyrants set the world ablaze.

3.
Mind dulled to dust, the soul decayed —
The path to Hell is self-made.

4.
Stand firm, resist, or be the pawn —
The tyrant’s grip will crush the dawn.

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"Rising from the Knees"...

Chains have sunk into my knees.
I try to rise, but cannot break.
This is fate for all degrees —
The rotten fool believes in hate.

Decay has eaten through the soul —
Worse than CowID’s dark toll.
The further on, the more insane
The wicked breed their creeping bane.

False diseases — test balloons,
Then Digital Camps’ cruel run.
Scum disposed of free and loose —
War on beasts, a deadly ruse.

Each day grows the tyrant’s sway,
Building ranks through media’s play.
If you refuse to sell your soul,
You’ll greet death as final goal.

A “reward” of darker night —
The gloom compresses ever tight.
Yet one comfort still remains:
Counting down the end of chains.

Cataclysm will disrupt
The plans of filthy, cruel scum.
Back to Hell they all will go —
With sheep beside them, lost below.

Count the days — the hour’s near.

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1.
Chains dig deep, we try to rise —
Fools trust lies, the darkness flies.

2.
False plagues spread, the camps prepare —
Only fools will face despair.

3.
Media builds the tyrant’s throne —
Refuse to bow, or die alone.

4.
Countdown ticks — the end will come,
Filth and sheep will burn as one.

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The Flow Is No Good

It’s far more vital to observe
The flow’s dynamics — not preserve
Some frozen, torn-out fragment’s part,
Ripped from the stream’s continuous heart.

The flow’s alive — not just a flash.
To study that — a pointless clash.
Give me an experiment,
Simple yet elegant, well meant.

Nature flows, a ruthless stream —
Rip out a shred? It kills the dream.
Dissect it raw — that’s how you gain
All trophies, but it’s all in vain.

Divide it down, cell by cell,
You build a cruel classifier’s hell.
This twisted work they’ll all applaud —
A beast who serves the devil’s fraud.

For beasts alone, false science reigns,
For centuries it feeds their chains.
Darkness thickens — vile bitches crave
To drive the sane into the grave.

CowID revealed the score —
False science wages war.
Spirit wiped from theory’s frame —
Life’s foundation lost to shame.

Not at head, but all in pain —
The world herded, locked in chain.
Spirit rules above the mind,
Flow of nature’s grand design.

They want to banish it outright,
Cast the people into night.
Worse than cattle, worse than slime —
Soulless nothing, clay to grime.

Beasts mold monsters vile and dark,
While lies keep fueling world’s bark.
Corrupt “science” — brazen lies,
Mirages fed to duller minds.

Since childhood’s cruel deceit,
Fools are torn by false conceit.
All means used to dumb and blind —
Hell’s order, ruthless and unkind.

“Culture” — a dulling plague,
Polluted by the beastly plague.
Decay spreads everywhere —
We don’t live — we rot in despair.

For Spirit’s scarce among the throng,
Oppressed by fiends for far too long.
The last hope fades — the end is near,
But fools and beasts shall also fear.

Their end will come — no doubt, no jest —
Justice burns away the rest.

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1.
False science feeds the beasts’ vile game,
Dulling minds, destroying flame.

2.
Spirit crushed, the herd’s controlled,
Soulless clay, the lies unfold.

3.
Culture rots, the darkness grows —
We don’t live, we’re buried foes.

4.
Last hope fades, but beasts will fall —
Justice comes to cleanse it all.

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The Wheel of Ages

Putin will perish —
A new fiend will rise,
Spreading his filth
Through media lies:

Perestroika
And all that trash —
Thrown to the dumps,
No cash, no cash.

Worse awaits —
That’s the law’s decree.
Spirit weakens,
Reason flees.

By their deeds
And profits’ greed:
Fake diseases,
Horrors breed.

Wars and famine —
We deserve these fates,
If we endure,
Bound by Satan’s hates.

Putin’s just a minor spawn.
Too late to weep —
The nightmare’s drawn:

World Armageddon,
Specialists for mindless slaves.
Waiting for their end,
The world unravels in waves.

Filth spews from vile Schwab’s mouth,
Instead of Freedom —
The “Swab Zone” drouth.

The scum amuses the crowd,
Awaiting the next attack —
False plagues, poison’s sting,
Completing Evil’s track.

Putin will vanish.
All will fade.
Ashes cool down.
In the wheel’s shade —

The new hellish “new” world
Will choose its tyrant still.
Only a cigarette butt,
Or a jerk’s will.

The world’s a camp, though called “social” —
The wheel of ages spins so cold.
Only down into abyss,
New CowID’s hold.

Reason killed once more —
Shame repeats its core.

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1.
Putin falls — new beast will rise,
Spreading lies to blind our eyes.

2.
Fake plagues strike, the tyrants grin —
The wheel turns — the end begins.

3.
Reason dies, the shame returns,
Into abyss the whole world burns.

4.
New hell’s throne will claim its king —
Social camp or cursed ring.

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Unlimited Power of the Inhuman

"All your dreams, desires, your animal lust,
Boil only ’round one thing — your food and dust.
Your envy, greed, and mindless, endless blight —
A colossal weapon wielded with cruel might."
— From a ruling inhuman’s confession, Moscow, 1991

Boundless stupidity,
Filth with no escape —
Fools kneel broken
Beneath the freaks’ cruel shape.

Envy, greed, and fear —
They pull the strings,
Racing fast full gear,
Directing everything.

Beasts drive us straight to Hell —
New Hell, old and vile,
A corrupt fiend leads well,
Ruling in ruthless style.

No pure souls stand among,
Unyielding and upright.
We wait the signal, “Hunt!”
In cities penned so tight.

CowID revealed it all —
They obey with zeal.
War — the new disgrace,
Souls crushed beneath the heel.

Through stupidity and fear,
This hell’s foundation laid.
A world turned to rotten dust —
Only lies are freshly made.

Total media reigns,
True power cloaked and sly.
The fiend receives the crown
From caste that rules on high.

The beast’s domain,
A box of zombie dung.
Servants of the stench
Where lies are proudly sung.

Dumbing down named “school,”
Equated to the herd.
How low we’ve fallen —
Mindless, deaf, unheard.

“Medicine” — a darkness spread,
In ages bleak and cursed,
The world’s chaotic mess
Into ruin coerced.

Those with minds grow fewer still,
Madness thrives, genocide’s will.

There’s hope — a cataclysm comes,
For souls with honor’s drum.
Surpassing fascist Hell’s domain,
Quick retreat to Spirit’s plane.

Fools and idiots march ahead —
To new false dreams they’re led.

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1.
Stupidity boundless, filth supreme,
Fools bow down beneath the scheme.

2.
Envy, greed, and fear command —
Beasts drag souls to Hell’s dark land.

3.
Media’s poison, lies on blast,
Truth is dying — cursed and cast.

4.
Cataclysm waits — the end is near,
Spirit rises — fiends will fear.

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1.
Shadow beasts weave fate’s cruel thread,
But Spirit wakes where angels tread.

2.
In darkest pits, the truth lies hid,
A flame unborn, yet never rid.

3.
Souls enslaved by lies and fear,
But ancient light draws ever near.

4.
Cataclysm’s roar shakes the veil,
New dawn breaks — the spirits hail.

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1. Shadow beasts weave fate’s cruel thread,
But Spirit wakes where angels tread.
In veils of night, the darkness calls,
Yet deeper still, the silence falls.
Through shattered dreams and broken skies,
A whispered truth begins to rise.

2. In darkest pits, the truth lies hid,
A flame unborn, yet never rid.
Beneath the rot and veils of lies,
A seed of light prepares to rise.
Though shadows bind and chains confine,
The soul’s bright spark will yet outshine.

3. Souls enslaved by lies and fear,
But ancient light draws ever near.
Behind the veil of cruel disguise,
The phoenix waits to claim the skies.
When chaos rages, fierce and wild,
The spirit frees the inner child.

4. Cataclysm’s roar shakes the veil,
New dawn breaks — the spirits hail.
From ashes black, the truth will soar,
Unlocking every guarded door.
Though tyrants reign and darkness breeds,
The dawn is born from desperate deeds.

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Whispers Beyond the Veil

Shadow beasts weave fate’s cruel thread,
Yet Spirit wakes where angels tread.
In veils of night, the darkness calls,
But deeper still, the silence falls.

Through shattered dreams and broken skies,
A whispered truth begins to rise.
Beneath the rot and veils of lies,
A seed of light prepares to rise.

Though shadows bind and chains confine,
The soul’s bright spark will yet outshine.
Souls enslaved by lies and fear,
But ancient light draws ever near.

Behind the veil of cruel disguise,
The phoenix waits to claim the skies.
When chaos rages, fierce and wild,
The spirit frees the inner child.

Cataclysm’s roar shakes the veil,
New dawn breaks — the spirits hail.
From ashes black, the truth will soar,
Unlocking every guarded door.

Though tyrants reign and darkness breeds,
The dawn is born from desperate deeds.
The wheel of ages spins with strife,
Yet light endures — eternal life.

So hold the flame within your chest,
Through storm and night, endure the test.
For in the depths where shadows play,
The Spirit finds a brighter way.

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So-Called "Culture"

Clipped culture’s flashing light,
Comic-book minds in flight,
Vile lies and censored views,
Corruption, dulling the muse.

Madness sweeping all around,
Fear in every soul is found.
Evil’s patience spreads its field,
Betrayal’s work — vast and sealed.

It’s become the daily grind,
Fools by lies are led, confined.
Last traces of the sane erased,
These are times where beasts have paced.

Final days, the truth is shown —
For most, the herd’s a mindless drone.

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Parasites and Parasite-Images

Parasite-images
Forever dwell in mind:
Many “cracked” all around —
Like guns, they mow the blind.

Lies and counterfeit visions,
Manipulation’s thread —
No end in sight; again demons
Mock the maddened herd.

Mass-produced for the crowd
Are tools to dumb, not build,
A new wave — these pillars
Of camps to trap the wild.

A world “two-in-one,” where goal
Is also means — insane.
The curtain’s fallen, truth unfolds —
Those images remain:

A filthy plague you cannot shed —
Hold on to them, and you’re as good as dead.

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1.
Parasite images haunt the mind,
Dumbing crowds, enslaved and blind.

2.
Lies spin webs that never cease,
Madness thrives — no hope, no peace.

3.
Mass-produced chains for souls confined,
Trap the herd — enslave the mind.

4.
Can’t shake the filth inside your head?
Hold tight — you’re as good as dead.

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Finishing the Task

I’m in the game, I’m in the fight — no need to ponder,
The choice is clear; there’s only one true wonder:
To marshal strength, cut mental noise to less,
Master of self, no need to second-guess.

I’ve always been my own command,
On this path I came to understand:
The past is dust, layer upon layer falls,
Into the abyss when the moment calls.

Experience sharp and fierce I gain —
Needed well to master the game.
The act is done, the stage well-played,
Now all that’s left is the final shade.

That final mark — it’s death’s release,
Enduring shame, finding peace.
Complete the task — embrace the close,
Meet death with joy, in light transpose.

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Finish the fight — no time to stall,
One path, one choice — must risk it all.
Cut the noise, command your mind,
Death’s the gate — leave shame behind.

Task complete, the curtain falls,
Face the end — hear freedom’s calls.

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So-Called "Civilization"

A fragile layer, thin and weak —
Scratch beneath that hollow streak,
This pathetic masquerade
Hides much filth in its charade.

Sensitive souls will quake in fright,
When spirit wakes to see the blight,
Decay is total, minds have died,
Souls consumed, nowhere to hide.

They hang their lies and laugh aloud,
Chanting spells to fool the crowd:
“This is civilization!” they say —
A march to slaughter on display.

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Thin the veil, decay within,
Civilization’s hollow sin.
Souls are lost, the mind is dead,
Led to slaughter, blind and led.

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A fragile mask of “civilized” decay,
Beneath it rot and filth hold sway.
Souls consumed in infernal night,
Minds extinguished, snuffed out light.

They string their lies, mock and sneer,
“Civilization” — a death march clear.
A herd led blind to slaughter’s den,
No hope, no mercy — just beasts, not men.

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A fragile veil — “civilization” thin,
Beneath, the shadows creep within.
Decay, a dark and silent hymn,
Where souls are lost, and lights grow dim.

Infernal whispers claw the night,
Minds consumed by endless blight.
They weave their spells, a cursed thread,
Binding the living to the dead.

A death march cloaked in hollow guise,
The spirit’s flame, it slowly dies.
Led blindfolded through the veil,
To endless dark — no holy grail.

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Beneath the fragile skin of “civilization’s” guise,
A hidden void where shadowed essence lies.
Decay seeps slow through cosmic veins,
Where spirit wrestles ancient chains.

Silent chants from realms unseen,
Bind the soul in webs between —
The waking world and depths below,
Where light and darkness ebb and flow.

A spiral dance of death and birth,
Unseen forces shape the earth.
Blind we march, the veils descend,
Toward the void where cycles end.

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The End...

Tolerance turned twisted vice,
Perverse “norms” that spread like lice.
Fools enslaved by evil’s might,
Bastards breathing lies, not light.

No more bounds to sell-out’s reign —
Hell unleashed in dark domain.
Betrayal cloaked in “science”’s veil,
Spewing madness, wild and frail.

Half-truths passed, the rotten phase,
Gone beyond in insane haze.
The crowd whipped up — wild, unwise,
Sheep led blind with vacant eyes.

A virus of the sheep’s brigade,
War games played by Swab’s charade —
From the box, a rotten seal,
Final stage begins to peel.

The end is here — to purge the blight,
Of evil’s spawn and slaves of night.
Earth shall cleanse its tainted shore,
Lies will drown and plague no more.

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The Pasture

In a world so bleak, the ties are weak —
Family, dens, friends doomed to shriek.
Yet ruling all are scum elite,
Who tell the odd to just endure defeat.

They bear it all with dull obedience,
Chains disguised as trivial needs' convenience.
Became the sheep, without a fight,
Marching to slaughter — no more light.

No need for weapons — screens command,
Driving herds with fear and lies at hand.
Enclosures turn to camps of dread,
Souls turned to dust — the pasture's spread.

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The Talker

The Talker’s twin — a rare bird seen,
Unknown in history’s grim machine.
To guard the scum — the world’s demand,
Lest awful fiends retake the land.

A filthy actor in a cage,
Brought out to mouth his scripted rage.
The people — children craving lies,
Who choose to drown in fairy-tale skies.

That filthy pack decreed their fate,
The Kremlin’s brood, a cruel state.
Lies grow louder, bold and vile,
This clown just laughs, a sickening bile.

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Schematic Minds and Critical Sight

The schematics of the mind cry out so loud,
Few paths remain to truths beyond the cloud.
It builds just “heavenly groves” so falsely bright
In this Inferno of the insane’s blight.

A mass of lies as “foundation” set—
These demons fool us, trap us in their net.
We stand upon the edge of spirit’s death,
Where worldwide fascism draws its breath.

But this global fascism’s not a fiend with guns,
It’s neighbors, coworkers—madman runs,
Brewing slow in crooked worlds that spin,
Where “facts” come from a pimp of sin.

Propaganda, “science,” schooling’s lie,
A fist that strikes, and all comply.
Like sheep we march to slaughter’s call,
While running hamster wheels, trapped in the thrall.

So boldly trust your gut, be sharp, be wise,
Or in these falsehoods your spirit dies.
A pitiful self shaped by the lies’ embrace,
For everywhere reigns deceit’s cold face.

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Self-Knowing

“Light” and DARKNESS drive one mad,
If you don’t see through on your own:
So much crap that’s been writ bad
By a bastard all alone.

Gullibility’s a heavy sin—
Turn your gut sense on to win!
Success will come if you don’t bite
Darkness’ “heaven” in the night.

That success is knowing dark—
Then LIGHT will find your searching heart.
Only minds that stay pristine
Let the Light break through the screen.

Madness reigns all round about,
So cleanse your mind—there’s no doubt.
Don’t drift off midst anxious thought—
Spot the sparks that Light has brought.

This Light lives always deep inside,
Outside, just its fleeting tide.
The world won’t wait for dawn to rise—
Beasts drown all truth in lies.

War and CowID have shown
How low this filth has grown.
They’ve reached the very bottom pit—
All else is oily worded grit.

But Knowledge is beyond mere speech—
Super-yoga’s goal to reach.
Avoid the fools and their lore,
Their theories kill the mind’s core.

These theories come from Hell,
Paid by Satan’s crafty spell.
They’ll lie more to break the floor,
Drag us all down to the core.

For words are beasts’ mighty power—
With them they wage the darkest war.

But what’s beyond the spoken spell
Is where the Soul’s true Alchemy dwells.
Don’t walk the Goat’s dark, crooked road—
Rush instead to Spirit’s abode!

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The Path of Inner Knowing

Light and Darkness weave their snare,
Madness lurks if you don’t dare
Pierce the veil alone, to see
Truth beyond what’s forced to be.

Innocence is shattered sin—
Trust your pulse, the spark within!
Only those who don’t succumb
Will escape the shadow’s drum.

Darkness first must be embraced,
Only then is Light traced.
Pure minds open gates unseen,
Where Spirit dwells — eternal, keen.

Mad worlds howl with fractured cries,
Cleanse your mind, strip off the lies.
Amidst the chaos, still discern
Flashing sparks where soul can burn.

This Light, a fire deep inside,
Flickers past the worldly tide.
No dawn waits for those who drown
In the mud where fiends wear crowns.

War and plague have stripped the skin,
Revealing depths of shadow’s grin.
The abyss, where words run dry,
Speaks the truth that cannot lie.

True Knowing moves beyond the speech,
Yogic realms within your reach.
Turn away from hollow sheep,
Their lore is death; the mind, a heap.

These whispers come from darkest pits,
Paid by those who conjure myths.
Their lies crack worlds, and pull us down,
Dragging all to fate’s dark crown.

For words are chains, the tyrant’s tools,
Binding souls, creating fools.

But beyond that silent throne
Dwells the alchemy unknown.
Shun the goat’s crooked, cursed way—
Seek the Spirit’s light, the Day.

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Self-Knowing

Light and Darkness twist the mind astray,
Unless you pierce their veils alone, you’ll stray:
The world is writ with lies—a venomed tome,
By hands corrupt, who claim to guide you home.

Gullibility — a sin that chains the soul;
Ignite your inner spark, reclaim control!
Success awaits not in the darkened snare,
But where the purest minds embrace the flare.

This Light resides within, a sacred fire,
Though shadows dance and tempt with false desire.
The world awaits no dawn — beasts drown in grime,
Yet war and plague have marked this cursed time.

In filth profound, the bottom’s cold and bare,
All else is gilded words — a hollow snare.
True Knowing lies beyond the tongue and speech —
A yogic path where mortal bounds beseech.

Beware the fools and prophets bought with gold,
Their twisted tales leave Wisdom cold and old.
Their words, a shroud to hide the deepest pit,
To drag the souls who seek beyond their writ.

Beyond all words — beyond the tyrant’s reign,
Awaits the alchemy of soul’s domain.
Forsake the goat’s dark path, ascend in grace —
To Spirit’s spheres — the sacred, boundless space!

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The Path of Self-Knowing

Light and Darkness — twin serpents coiled within the mind,
Their hiss entwines the seeker lost, who fails to find
The thread of truth amid the endless, shadowed maze,
Where lies like poison drip and twist through endless days.

From ancient halls of wisdom’s crypt, the heralds speak:
“Beware the guile that softens hearts and makes them weak.
Ignite the flame — the sacred spark of inner sight,
Lest blinded souls embrace the darkness as their light.”

The sin of trust — a heavy chain that binds the soul,
But intuition’s voice can break the tyrant’s hold.
To walk the night is not to fall, but to ascend,
Where minds as pure as crystal through the dark transcend.

The Light dwells deep — a flame beyond the mortal veil,
Though outer worlds be drowned in chaos, lies, and pale
Reflections of the truth, corrupted, stained by strife,
The cosmos waits for those who seek the inner life.

War’s smoke and plague’s cold breath have marked the cursed age,
The filth beneath the surface hides the prophet’s cage.
Words empty as the wind — they haunt the halls of men,
Yet true enlightenment lies far beyond their ken.

The sacred path — a yogic flight beyond the tongue,
Where silence sings and boundless mysteries are sung.
Beware the charlatans who trade in false disguise,
Their silver tongues conceal the pit beneath the skies.

Their tales a shroud, their lies a veil to hide the deep,
They seek to drag the earnest down where shadows creep.
But those who dare to pierce the veil and walk alone,
Shall find the soul’s true flame — a light forever known.

Beyond all words, beyond the grasp of tyrant’s chain,
There lies the alchemy where spirit shall regain
Its throne — a realm where time dissolves in endless space,
And every soul returns to its eternal place.

Forsake the goat’s dark path of chaos and despair,
Ascend the sacred spheres, the boundless realms of air.
The Spirit calls beyond the veil of mortal strife,
To dance in cosmic fires and know eternal life.

So heed the call, brave seeker, cast aside the night,
Embrace the dawn within — the pure, transcendent light.
For only those who walk the lonely, winding way
Can pierce the veil and bring the light to endless day.

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Сильнейшее оружие нелюди — Большая Могучая Ложь

Большая Могучая Ложь:
На страхи, покорность умножь —
Получишь Тотальную Власть.
И ниже здесь некуда пасть,

Коль думаешь ты: "Всё окей!" —
У власти Зла жалкий лакей.
Лакеев тупых большинство —
Отсюда всё Тьмы торжество.

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Гроза: стихи днесь на бумаге,
А то в сети возможны баги —
Компьютер нищего поэта
Сгорит, и песенка не спета.

Конечно, есть архив, но время
Уходит, всё сильнее бремя
Переносимости Дерьма
Отсутствия, что для ума

Нагрузкой аховой бывает.
К тому же силы тихо тают,
Поэтому ты каждый шаг
Отмерь, пускай и "Властелин Бумаг".

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Пьянка манко зазывает —
В ней чуток ум отдыхает.
Напряжение бывает
Хуже смерти — добивает.

Если добивает Силы,
Станешь, пусть и не дебилом,
Но пустышкой — нет печальней
Доли в мире. Инфернальней

Он становится: борьба
Самым главным для раба,
Не забывшего про Свет,
Оценившего весь бред

Прозябания земного,
Если в целом — никакого.
Силы, Ярость накопи,
Ну а дале МЕРЗОСТЬ жги!

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The Road to Global Void

We haul water in a sieve,
Hide our “money” in a shell.
We’re the finest fools that live —
Centuries we've squashed the Self.

We teach children to consume,
Trust the monsters — let them in.
And to dodge our looming doom,
We must lie — first out, then in.

Truth’s been buried far too deep,
Mind castrated, barely thinks.
Hard to tell what truths we keep —
Frankly, no one gives a... blink.

Truth disturbs our fragile sleep,
So we toss it out instead.
All around — a trance so deep,
Asking questions? Use your head!

Hardest ones bring hardest hits —
So we work, then eat and nap.
Thinking hurts — so silence fits
Better with the mental gap.

Even mind became a sieve,
What it held — has drained away.
To the Global Void we drift,
Few short years — and no delay.

Digital the cage is built,
But we’re chewing still, unfazed.
Chewing nonsense, full of guilt,
As the world dissolves in haze.

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Into the Void we proudly crawl —
No truth, no thought, just feed and fall.

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With hollow heads and mouths ajar,
We march to Void — and call it "smart".

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Truth is banned, and thought is crime —
Chew your chains, you're doing fine.

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Brain’s a sieve, the soul is sold —
Welcome to the Void you told.

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Truth is poison. Thought’s a crime.
We rot in sync. Right on time.

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The Only Cure

The "impossible" comes true —
While the "possible" is shit.
That confuses mindless crews,
GMO-brained hypocrites.

And they ruined what was pure
For a slice of "happy" pie.
But that "happiness" is poor —
Just inflated ego’s lie.

Only Creative Fire
Reaches what no hands can grasp.
— Will it bring the joy you hire?
— Just more bait for shears to clasp.

And they shear the sheep with grace —
"Masters," "gurus," conmen bold.
Piles of crap in one bookcase
For the "super-beings" sold.

Self-reflection. Pure creation —
Here’s the only honest way.
Ditch "divine" hallucinations
And the lies that make you pray.

Look within — that’s where it shines,
Not in cults or mystic frauds.
Truth through art will kill the lies,
Fuel your soul to walk through odds.

And that Distance, far ahead,
You will find by inner light.
While the world goes mad instead —
Sick with greed and poisoned might.

A new world shines for those who go.
All the rest? Into the pit.
Signs are clear: the rot will blow.
Cataclysms come — to split.

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Create or rot. The choice is clear —
Truth burns fake "light" and guru fear.

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No gods, no guides — just look inside.
Create — or join the deathly tide.

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Introspect. Create. Destroy
Every "truth" they sell for joy.

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Your “truth” is rot. Your “gurus” lie.
Create — or crawl away and die.

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No inner fire? Then stay the prey.
The filth gets cleansed — one purge away.

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Pray to frauds and chase your fate —
Hell is full. Create — or wait.

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The End-Fuck

“Divine retribution”?
That's ancient lore.
Now it's pollution,
Filth at the core.

Truth gets dismembered
By soulless beasts,
While frauds are remembered —
The cult of thieves and priests.

Scum is the standard,
Thieves rule the hive.
We’ve sunk past bottom —
Hell is alive.

“Punishment”? Really?
Too soft a name
For what surrounds us —
A sewer-flame.

From birth, they rot us,
Mind turned to dust.
Tools of the thoughtless
To herd and rust.

And if you fight it,
You're “mad” or “wrong”.
“Freedom”? — just gaslight
Dressed up in song.

There is no people —
Not when the soul
Rots in the steeple.
That’s the black hole.

No more pretending.
It's far too late.
The system's ending.
The fuck is fate.

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The soul is gone. The lie’s the law.
What’s coming now? Fuck. Voil;.

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No truth. No light. Just rot and debt.
The end is here. Enjoy Fuck.

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You cheered the fall. You fed the fraud.
Now drown in shit — the wrath of God.

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Hypercomplex Connections

Nature shoves it in your face —
Those hyperlinked and ghostly ties.
But lies have locked the human race
In loops where even thought now dies.

Brains degrade below amoebas,
Though we call ourselves "the peak".
While microbes show us cosmic schemas —
A chance to glimpse the truth we seek.

That test — where matter's sealed away
Still alters life without a touch —
Could launch real science into play…
But monsters fear such facts too much.

Should such "obscene" things reach the mob,
They’d wreck materialist control.
Worse than bombs — the facts that rob
The World Fascism of its goal.

And facts like these are not so few —
They point to mind and soul as key.
Man could become a god — it’s true…
But slaves must rot in entropy.

Ugly theories rule the herd,
While thought is crushed and dreams decay.
To think is sin. To ask — absurd.
Let’s build one Global Madhouse, eh?

And CowID proved the very start
Of this descent into the pit.
The maggots won’t release your heart
Unless we rise — or all gets split.

For lies now kill like bombs with brains,
And twist all speech into a noose.
They amplify the toxin-rains —
And turn the truth itself… to puce.

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Nature’s lies choke every mind —
Truth’s a threat the fools can’t find.

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Science crushed by fear and greed —
Slaves rot blind, consumed by need.

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CowID cracked the sane’s last gate —
Madhouse waits — it’s all too late.

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Difference in Propagandists

“We don’t sow, we don’t plow,
But proud we stand, and how!” —
A Soviet joke, but true in part,
Propaganda’s poisoned art.

We’re not proud — just spew the lie,
Drowning in the bullshit high.
Later comes the bitter cost,
Now the cash has blinded most.

We lick assholes just as well,
As Soviets once cast their spell.
Closer now these butts remain,
On them we stake our endless gains.

Media rules — the scum rejoice,
All obey, no rebel voice.
But few dissenters still remain —
Their fight is weak, a dying flame.

So let’s cover with a copper pot
The filthy lies the “new plagues” brought.
Start a war of endless lies,
Truth will drown — no compromise.

We know the End is drawing near,
Lower all mankind in fear.
With the newest, nastiest spin,
We'll drag the world down deep in sin.

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Propaganda’s lies choke the mind —
Puppets bow, no truth to find.

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We lick the boots that hold the whip —
Doom’s parade, a sinking ship.

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New plagues spread on lies and hate —
End is near, we feed the fate.

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Shitfall, or the Widespread Poisoning of Reason

Mentor — sphincter of the shitfall,
Dumped by scum with no regret.
Hard to shake it off at all,
If your mind’s a broken net.

So many coated, crawling things,
Poisoned by the books they’ve read.
From them crawl the wicked stings,
Spreading venom, striking dread.

Ideas hit like bombs, but soft —
Quicker than an armed attack,
Reason poisoned, cast aloft,
Fools just laugh — can’t fight it back.

The whole world’s under siege today,
No marches break the toxic spell.
Awareness grows, but bit by bit,
Unity’s the only hell.

These are recipes for truth —
Trash all offers from the dark,
Smash the shit that breeds uncouth,
Stop the filth that leaves its mark.

Stinking propaganda reigns,
A diarrhea gang’s foul breath.
Trust the fiends — become the stains,
Smeared in filth, a walking death.

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Shit rains down, minds rot away —
Trust the scum, you’re filth, no sway.

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Poison spreads through every vein —
Fight the filth or drown in pain.

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The Sawmill, or School and Its Programs

The sawmill’s set to grind the mind,
Cutting talent, dull and blind.
Are these programs made by brutes?
Or by soulless, broken suits?

Their goal — they hide behind “care,”
But chaos spreads through thin air.
A scattered mess of pointless lies,
Grows more blatant in our eyes.

The world’s in “care” — CowID’s proof,
The verdict loud, the truth aloof.
Maggots set the test in place:
The mind’s a madhouse, lost in space.

Exceptions rare — but not this verse.
The spokes of Samsara’s curse
Are fools and psychos, weak and base,
Who bow to fiends and lose their place.

This theme is theirs, the beasts who bow,
Few sane remain — and none know how.
The sawmill’s fruits — these dumbed-down crowds,
While mothers send their kids in shrouds.

To kill the mind, school leads the way,
The same old game, day after day.

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The school’s a sawmill, minds get sliced—
Killing thought, the future priced.

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Brains cut down by rotten schemes—
Dumbed to slaves and broken dreams.

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They grind the youth, the soul’s denied—
Samsara’s spokes in brainwashed stride.

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The Haze

The Haze — hell’s monsters know full well
How to keep the slave in chains:
Fears and lies, their endless spell,
Claiming fate controls our pains.

Artificial woes — their prime
Method to control the dumb.
Drop you in the rotten slime —
Lies enough to overcome.

To herd the fools, the ages run,
Send all kids to schools to breed
Dumb cattle, dumbed one by one,
Propaganda and dull deed.

But if the Haze should fade away
By a quarter’s light and grace,
This hell would crumble, melt, decay —
And vanish without a trace.

Yet to reach that quarter’s dawn,
From babe to marshal they must grow.
Still must shake this hellish spawn —
Strike hard to break the toxic flow.

A jolt, a shock, might weaken haze,
In some hearts a spark can light.
And that spark might break the maze,
Help the near ones see the night.

How to shake? Counter-prop,
Communities for real.
Though monsters gather, make a mob —
People outnumber fiends for real.

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Haze enslaves with fear and lies —
Break the chains or doom will rise.

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Monsters rule with twisted art —
People’s strength will break their heart.

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Propagandists, Zombies, Bastards at the Trough and Negative Selection

Rubber contraceptives
Spew nonsense on the screen.
Fools believe these palliatives —
No escape from zombie scene.

Crushed beneath the gray biomass,
Reason’s remnants fade away.
All the bastards count their cash,
Holding this foul world at bay.

Politicians, petty clerks,
Schoolteachers, cops in shame,
Minds are holes, their skills are quirks —
Not men, but excrement’s name.

Exceptions rare as shooting stars,
Random in this cursed crop.
Selection’s negative, scars
Mark every generation’s flop.

Monsters rule, the fiends conspire,
Hiding deep behind the stage.
Giving orders to expire —
“Downward spiral” sets the page.

Contraceptives, bastards, drones,
Obedient, zombified slaves —
Their judgment hour will be known,
Despite the fiends’ dark waves.

Not history’s court will try,
But gods will rise to cast the line.
Their verdicts fierce, no room for lie —
No cheat will stand the test of time.

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Zombies, bastards guard the trough —
Fiends run deep, but truth is tough.

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No escape from lies they spin —
Judgment’s coming — end of sin.

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Fiends in shadows pull the strings —
Gods will judge these puppet kings.

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Time of Change

Change means lies and brutal cheats,
Dumbness, fear, and empty heads.
Demons ruled, now their pawns and beats —
Around us, fascism spreads.

The devils ruled this world before,
But gathered lackeys — fat and warm —
Resting midst their tea and more,
While plotting schemes to harm.

Not enough to launch the war,
CowID’s just one vile tool.
The scum will lie forevermore —
Their deceit is cruel.

Fools believe the scum’s commands,
Doing all to get their treat.
Snap your fingers — they’ll obey hands,
Ready to attack, repeat.

Devils told the scum to build
A Digital Camp’s grim gate.
Rushing fast, the noise is shrilled,
Dogs bark loud — it’s all too late.

Look close — those dogs are many,
Noose no longer needed here.
Bites are shallow, yet uncanny —
Slow decay draws near.

Slowly body, then the mind,
Will be broken, torn apart.
Change means those dogs are assigned
To tear our souls and hearts.

Don’t submit — betrayal’s grave,
The Reaper’s Master won’t forgive.

Nonsense: comes an old hag,
Scarier than all before.
If your life’s a sieve and drag,
She’ll shred you to the core.

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Change is dogs that bite and drag —
Reaper’s scythe will cut the rag.

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Demons ruled, now pawns attack —
Time to fight or fade to black.

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Lies and fear spread all around —
Stand your ground or be unbound.

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Writings and Priests

Catechism of lies — a crisis
Brews for souls in holy guise.
Reaching hell instead of heaven,
Fools’ own hell, self-made prison.

Those who trust get filtered tales,
Only “worthy” truths prevail.
Piece by piece, they break and twist,
Madness served on logic’s list.

Feeding faith in fat old priests,
Mediators? No, at least
They’re not gods but greedy liars,
Spreading chains and dark desires.

Satanism cloaked in dogma,
Buddhism lags, but still a coma.
Chains on soul far worse than skin,
Fascism creeps deep within.

Infiltrates the mind and heart,
Masked as love, a poisoned dart.
False plagues shown — only a few
Not beasts — but scum through and through.

Schools, priests, propaganda’s grip,
Serve the will of power’s whip.
Blindly slaves bow to their rule,
Freedom’s path now choked and cruel.

Seek your path — inside, alone.
Doubt, explore — make it your own.
If you find heresy or pain,
Blame the journey, not the gain.

Few will find the shining sparks,
Diamonds born from spirit’s dark.
They will blaze with mind and soul —
Miracle to make you whole.

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Priests lie thick, the mind’s betrayed —
Seek within, or be their shade.

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Chains of faith, a dark disguise —
Break the spell, unmask the lies.

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Few will find the diamond’s light —
Fight the darkness, claim your right.

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Flagging Wolves with Paperwork

Document flow —
Nonsense by the ton.
Often more than real work’s show,
If you’re a crafty one.

You can fool the bastards who
Plot to squeeze you dry —
Taxes now the sentence due,
No escape, no lie.

Tax larvae watch the flock’s moves,
Born to feed the fiends.
If you’re smart, it’s torture proves —
Your life’s a game of means.

See it clear — your work’s in vain,
Only films grow rich and bright.
In real life, it’s endless pain —
Darkness, shit, no light.

Best case? Raiders swoop and claim,
Many deals and dreams they steal.
Profit gone — it’s just a game,
Lost along with zeal.

Such is business in harsh times,
No salvation in the fold.
Fools trust hope’s deceiving chimes,
Less watch — and woes unfold.

Know the sack, the prison’s face,
Learn the lesson — not the mind.

If your mind’s beneath your soul,
Only then your years are gold.
Spend them wise, let spirit guide —
Then you’ll never be the fiend outside.

Not being fiend — an art, a fight:
Grow your mind, but serve the Light.

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Buried deep in paperwork’s snare —
Fight the trap or stay the scare.

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Taxing wolves with paper flags —
Break their chains or live as drags.

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Mind beneath the Spirit’s light —
Only then you win the fight.

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Life Worth Not a Broken Penny

“Jump from the balcony” —
Does that thought appear?
No greater harm than that,
Life’s price is cheap and clear.

Life itself is broken...
Here’s the bitter truth:
Fear and lies have shattered
The soul of ruthless youth.

The bastards love submission,
Serve the Darkness blind.
Media aids their mission —
Drowning all mankind.

If you’re not glad, they’ll call you
A villain, a disgrace.
But aim your spirit upward —
Don’t live trapped in this place!

Prepare your mind for Spirit’s height,
Though fools push you down.
New fascism’s creeping night
Spreads dumbness all around.

The rabble swarms and lingers —
Smart ones hide by day.
Minds falter in the darkness —
Signal lost, astray.

But not from balcony leaps —
That’s cataclysm’s doom.
Spirit realms await your keeps,
Or dumbness’ tomb.

To fly or fall — your choice, your fight.
The bastards march, your last stand’s near.

Only in struggle will your soul
Be saved from hell’s cold sear.

Listen only to your soul —
Or else you disappear...

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Jump not down, but rise instead —
Fight for soul or face the dead.

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Bastards come, the last fight’s near —
Only soul can conquer fear.

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Life’s cheap now — but spirit’s worth
Can save you from this broken Earth.

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Who Won’t Obey, Won’t Eat

The Party said, “You must obey!” —
The Komsomol replied, “Yes, sir!”
For fools, a joy, a grand display —
Submit, or starve, that’s their stir.

If you won’t wear the yoke and chain,
Quick, join the ranks of dissidents.
To the masses, you’re a bane,
To the Party, foe’s your stance.

Few dissenters meant one thing:
Too many fools still roam free.
Now the time of presidents’ king,
Submissive scum’s decree.

The fiends showed all their nasty face,
And brought about the CowID.
In the Land of Lies’ disgrace,
Shame itself refused to be.

They say, “Get jabbed, like olden days,”
To keep from selling out your soul.
Fight the evil’s wicked ways —
This war is real, it takes its toll.

Reason’s battleground’s everywhere,
Fiends prevail with sneers and might.
For the scum, people’s just their fare,
And their lies feed endless fright.

They lie to spread the fearful tide,
A war of shadows, death’s advance.
Shake off this world of dust and pride —
It’s sinking fast, no second chance.

Listen close to your own soul —
Everything else is stuffed with lies.
As always, rotten’s called the whole,
Goodness hidden in disguise.

They open Overton’s gates anew —
A window wide to doom and dread.
Tons of lies bring close our rue —
The end is near, as prophets said.

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Obey or starve — the Party’s call,
Dissent means doom, you lose it all.

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Lies pour down, the end draws near —
Fight or fade in growing fear.

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Soul’s your guide through darkest night —
Stand and fight or lose the light.

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Melancholy and Creation

To banish sorrow — futile task:
You must master, not unmask,
The weight of gloom, the silent stress,
And serve creation — no regress.

Melancholy’s natural bound
When shackled deep in chains around.
So break the lies, the filthy grime —
Use sorrow as your verse’s prime.

If you’re a writer, many ways
To shade the meaning through the haze,
While lines still hold, avoid the fall
Into the void of empty thrall.

For painters, harder still the plight —
;iurlionis caught the light.
Today you drown in world’s decline —
A lyre may better shape the line.

With music, troubles run much deep,
For fools prefer the pop to keep.
While wise minds seek the films profound,
The mainstream drowns in cash-bound sound.

Cinema’s the last resort —
Monsters craft the mainline sort.
Without the coin, all turns to rot,
In poverty, all dreams forgot.

Gather sorrow, burst in flame,
Overcome disgrace and shame.
In these last days, rage will blaze,
Endure a little, end this phase.

For cataclysm will define:
No more tricks, no sly design.
Give your last to sorrow’s keep,
Leaving hell with steps light, deep.

Sorrow squared, even cubed,
A symbol harsh, though not subdued.
Better harsh symbolism’s face
Than craven fools who sell disgrace.

Erect a monument to grief,
When hell is left behind, relief.
In distant spheres of spirit’s flight,
May joy await beyond the night.

But here in hell, just filth and spite —
Melancholy is our fight.

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Sorrow fuels the artist’s fight —
Burn the darkness, find the light.

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In hell’s grip, only rage can save —
Break the chains, refuse the grave.

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Build your monument to pain —
From the ashes, rise again.

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Time to Die

It’s time — the hole squeezes tight,
Not SOS, but “save our blight!”
The world’s accursed — dumb slaves bowed
Before the Evil, crushed and cowed.

No chance to rise amidst the Lies,
Total they reign — in media’s ties.
Born in chains from earliest days,
Ruled by scum in wicked ways.

Targets set for fiendish beasts,
They act for profit, never ceased.
Overton’s windows, bars abound,
Everywhere, traps tightly wound.

Relentless fiends impose their reign,
For those who feel, the world’s in pain.
The hole’s no place for minds that think,
Amongst the fools, the edges shrink.

The hole — a home, a prison’s lair,
Where slavery’s bleak and foul despair,
Where crudeness, nonsense rule as norm,
And Spirit’s swallowed by hell’s storm.

Cataclysm will choke the breath,
But souls preserved through chaos’ death
Will leave their holes and rise above,
To Spirit’s spheres, to light and love.

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The hole tightens, time to die —
Save your soul or fade and lie.

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Slaves bowed down to evil’s call —
Rise or perish in the fall.

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Cataclysm ends the game —
Only souls survive the flame.

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In the Dungeons of Darkness

“Would you be so kind to ponder:
What good would be if evil vanished?
How would Earth look, all light laid bare,
If shadows fled from everywhere?

For shadows come from things and men —
The shade of sword, the tree, the hen.
Would you tear Earth’s life away
Just to bathe in naked day?”

Mikhail Bulgakov once said —
“Master and Margarita” read.

Gray is measure without end.
Darkness through that gray will bend.
Enough to chase the shifting shades —
Only Light can break these shades.

Nonsense all that shadow’s cause,
That Light kneels to shadow’s laws.
Such equivocations bind —
They ruin reason, blind the mind.

“Dialectics” drag the throng
Down to madness, weak and wrong.
God’s spark won’t depend on fuel —
If in Heights, all’s light and rule.

Heights within the inner space,
Tyranny pushes disgrace.
Purest Freedom crushed and killed,
By the lies the dark has spilled.

Foolishness and foul decay —
Fate of generations’ sway.
What can save? Awareness true —
Or be lambs led to the slaughter too?

Ten percent must see the dark —
Evil fears that glowing spark.
If you don’t fight — all’s lost,
Pay the price, no matter cost.

Awareness, enlightenment —
Battle’s light, the true ascent.
Hell’s chains break if many rise,
Alone, just death’s cruel surprise.

Cataclysm will level all —
Soon enough, the final fall.
Beauty born from empty page —
From the end of evil’s rage.

Beauty is pure Light, no shade,
Those who kneel cannot persuade.
Little shadow? You’re just scum —
Spirit’s heights where shadows numb.

Spiritual realms exist —
Light their base, their sacred gist.
Only Light — from where shadows come?
Shadows dwell in Gehenna’s home.

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Shadows bind, but Light breaks free —
Only fight brings liberty.

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Darkness grips the fool who kneels —
Rise as one, the Spirit heals.

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Ten percent awake — the key —
Evil’s end, our destiny.

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No Prospects

Time has tested — no prospects found:
The mob oppressed, no end around,
And nonsense rules with iron fist —
A world consumed by ceaseless mist.

From childhood shoved, the lies take hold,
A blunt, harsh tool for fiends so cold,
To spread their evil far and wide,
Where good and truth are pushed aside.

Few minds remain — the sensitive rare,
Earth’s hell revealed by CowID’s glare.
Most hide in holes, amass their shame,
Await the dark that none can tame.

Dragged from their dens and driven out —
To camps where night devours the doubt.
What dawn? A slaughter as before,
Lies lash like whips; chaos galore.

Now world prepares a “newer way,”
Bleeding hope with fear’s cruel sway,
Their plans enforced by fiends’ command —
But sheep won’t reach the promised land.

Cataclysms strike on time,
To quench the chaos, bring decline.
And souls are lost if courage fails,
If you submit to vile tales.

Salvation lies in daring fight —
Defying fiends, reclaim the light.

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No hope, no light, the mob’s disgrace —
Fight fiends, don’t bow, reclaim your place!

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Lies enslave, but courage frees —
Battle darkness, break the lees!

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Sheep may fall, but souls must rise —
War on fiends beneath the skies!

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The Terrible Tale of the Global Asylum

A new reality —
A “new normality.”
Madness’ breath has long been known,
In this dark world we’ve been thrown.

Like a frightful fairy tale,
Worse and worse, the horrors sail.
All must hear, expose the dumb —
The deeper lies, the louder drum.

It showed itself in CowID’s days:
More nonsense stokes the fiend’s malaise.
The vilest lies, the foulest cheat,
Feed fear that drags souls off their feet.

A thorn that pricks in memory’s core,
A pain that haunts forevermore.
Main threats arise — the clown, the “doc,”
Both twisting minds around the clock.

The clown will scare, the “doctor” feeds
The madness that the world then needs.
The mad world cannot say “No!”
To lies that steal its final glow.

The clown delivers rotten doom:
“Believe and bow — embrace your tomb!”
Cling tight to lies you’ve grown to love,
As puppets dance beneath above.

The politician-clown will herd,
Scare you more, then end absurd —
Disposal waits for all who stray,
In this grim global cabaret.

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Clown commands — obey, submit,
Lies and fear, your soul they hit!

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Madness rules, no way to fight —
Bow or perish in the night!

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Puppets dance, the clown’s grim call —
Stand or fall, or lose it all!

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The Little Calamity

“Graze, ye peaceful, meek and mild!
Honor’s call won’t wake your child.
Why should herds have gifts of free?
Slaughter or shear them — legacy.
From their kin, a yoke is passed,
With rattles and the whip amassed.”
— Pushkin, 1823

Life means nothing, nowhere leads,
When mind’s wide space just fiction feeds.
All else devours fiends and lies,
Through censorship that blinds our eyes.

Decay of Spirit, honor lost,
By propaganda’s cruel cost,
Through schools, through colleges confined,
Where lawlessness is redefined.

If higher aims you seek to find,
Amid the masses, so unkind,
Few souls will echo that true call,
‘Mid herds too vast, yet doomed to fall.

Yet darkness thickened, pressed to end,
The CowID test did then portend:
Reason slain — the numbers low —
Few think, most wander blind and slow.

Evil creeps to total void,
While nonsense reigns, all hope destroyed.
No prospects lie beyond the gloom,
A storm approaches — fate’s dark room.

But looms a small but fateful chance —
A Calamity that will advance
To purge the chaos, lawless rule,
And free the mind from that cruel duel.

Only spirits true shall rise,
Those grazing ‘neath clearer skies.
New Hell awaits the patient blind,
Where honor, spirit, lost, confined.

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CowID’s test — the herd’s decay,
But spirit warriors won’t give way!

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Madness reigns, but soul will fight,
Calamity brings dawn from night!

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Few will rise, break chains of lies,
Herds will fall — the spirit flies!

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The Spiritual Path

“Birth is not the start; death not the end.
Boundless Being has no bend.
No beginning to its line,
Existence beyond space and time.”
— Zhuangzi, 4th century B.C.

Space, time, life, and death entwined,
More complex than priests or science find.
Trust your heart, your mind obey—
So falsehood’s veil is cast away.

Sense the lie, the cheat, the sham,
Dispel the heresy with calm.
The world asleep, unfinished god—
The “learned man” a wretched fraud.

He seeks the spark divine in you,
To suck it dry, replace with rue.
A myth of blood, all tainted greed—
A new deceit by fiendish breed.

Beyond all time, beyond all cause,
Your Spirit’s center holds the laws.
Space? A fool’s confused array,
A rotten heap that wastes away.

Expand your mind, seek direct sight,
Logic’s limit hides from light—
Like chasing smoke through holes in sieve,
Logic serves the mind to live.

Say “No!” to filth that fiends create,
And inward turn to contemplate.
Answers found inside your cell—
Fear will vanish, break its spell.

For those who yield to fear’s embrace,
Are lost to lies that paint false grace.
“Salvation circles” each fools’ claim—
Social plagues by any name.

Throw out all “ideas” — they serve
The fiends who plot with cruel nerve.
Reject all theories—foul decay,
Tales that lead the soul astray.

To Infinity they’re blind,
Like fools who study dung they find.
The Path is hard; there is no rest—
Else wild darkness claims your quest.

Reject the shameful world of lies,
The Horned Fiend’s deceitful guise.
Space, time, life, death—on this you’ll see,
Or doomed a fool to Hell you'll be...

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Spiritual Path — The Hard Truth

Birth ain’t start, death ain’t the end,
Boundless Being — no pretend.
Trash your lies, obey your heart,
Tear the fiends and falsehoods apart.

Logic’s smoke through holes in sieve,
Spirit’s fire’s why we live.
Fear? Obey? Then you are lost —
Truth demands a savage cost.

Throw their “ideas” to the flame,
Fight the fiends who play their game.
No easy path — or darkness wins,
Choose your fight, or Hell begins!

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Fascism in the Land of Lies

The bigshot’s bronze — a ruthless tyrant,
Diamond sharp, a sly defiant,
Worth his weight in gold, he starts
The trouble brewing in our hearts.

By fiends’ relentless pushing force,
The lying media charts the course —
They’ll “explain,” lead fools to toil,
To slaughter, camps, and endless spoil.

If you’re not vermin, you’re erased,
The scum remains, a wretched waste.
A new F;hrer drags the crowd,
To Hell’s abyss, he leads them loud.

It started in some grimy bar,
Hitler’s march to soul and scar.
Not flesh but soul’s the prey they seek,
Fiends rush fast, the spark to leak.

The double-faced F;hrer now,
Shepherds dumb sheep to the plow.
Everywhere war’s shameful stain,
CowID’s legacy of pain.

But times run out for tyrants’ reign,
The world’s gone deep into the drain.
A digital camp, a sick mind’s lair,
Built by monsters, thick with snare.

They play democracy’s farce,
Lulling reason, dimming sparks.
They build fast — but won’t complete,
The sun will bring their swift defeat.

Nature fights these mad demands,
The sun shines bright across the lands.
Countdown starts — the days unwind,
Hiding deep, the fools confined.

The verdict harsh will soon descend:
To Hell all fools — no chance to mend.
But those who stood, who did not kneel,
Will find salvation — spirit real.

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Fascism’s Endgame

Bronze tyrants spark the flame,
Lies and terror fuel the game.
Fools march blind to camps and pain —
Hell awaits their endless shame.

Double-faced F;hrer herds the sheep,
War’s foul stench runs wide and deep.
But sun will burn their cursed keep —
Nature wakes; no madman’s leap.

Fools will fall, their time is done.
Only few will see the sun.
Stand or kneel — the battle’s run.
Spirit fights; the dark undone.

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Fools of the Wheel

Boy, you point your finger high —
Priest says: "God rules the sky."
Endure — deceits abound,
This poor world’s lost and bound.

Only lies can hold the place
Of “stability” and grace.
Primitive lies, oh God —
Learn to laugh, boy, at the fraud.

Madness reigns, or you’ll break down,
Lose your mind in this damned town.
But here’s the catch, the cruel deceit:
“Normal” means lies on repeat.

Few chances to stand apart,
In a world that’s lost its heart.
These “all” in decay’s embrace —
Just squirrels running in a race.

Squirrels caught in sickness’ grip,
Addicted to the endless trip —
To forget the Wheel they spin,
Strained and trapped, can’t live within.

Want to LIVE? Then seek the way
Out beyond this fool’s display.
Only rot and nonsense dwell
In the Wheel of Samsara’s hell.

Enemy spins the rim with spite —
CowID’s test revealed the blight.
The wheel broke loose — it’s falling fast,
Cataclysm will end at last

A world that teaches how to break
Your neighbor — Satan’s cruel stake.
Through Overton’s windows wide
Cannibals creep, with lies as guide.

A megaton of toxic lies —
Wheel, roll on! Toward your demise!

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Moments of Enlightenment

I remember that wondrous moment,
When I dared commit a “transgression” —
Forsook my fears, my false submission,
Rejected lies without concession.

To fools, it seemed I’d merely drifted,
But loneliness became my friend;
Creation’s spark, my soul’s great blessing,
A prize that never seems to end.

Moments of “serene passion” fleeting,
Then endless floods of frustration,
Washing hope in ruthless torrents,
Yet fueling my rebellion.

Like a hermit, turning inward boldly,
One true value guides my way:
No fleeting moments, only yearning —
To grasp the depths where truths still stay.

We dwell within that darkest bottom,
Those wondrous flashes — mind’s deprivation,
A common sign to serve the seeker,
Forget false hopes, discard temptation.

What you’ll find? The truth is hidden.
But at least you’ll die with honesty —
That final act’s what’s truly golden,
Not blind submission to hypocrisy.

How you die — that’s what matters most.
The sold-out blockhead fails to grasp
The soul’s salvation, twisted reason,
In crooked minds that endless clash.

Mind beneath the Spirit’s guidance —
That’s the norm, the sacred law.
But Hell devours that holy pathway,
Leaving few whose minds don’t fall.

The madhouse grows worldwide,
A camp constructed, brutal, grim —
A red cross on a white flag slashing
Civilization to its limb.

But they won’t finish — fate will break them,
Final cataclysm will rise,
A wrathful reckoning for evil,
For genocide and devil’s lies.

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Flash of Truth

I broke the chains — fear thrown away,
Lies shattered — dared to stray.
Fools see drift, but I stand strong,
Lonely path — creation’s song.

Moments blaze then wash away,
Hope destroyed, but mind won’t sway.
Spirit guides, mind obeys —
Few survive these darkened days.

Hell’s gate cracks — the end draws near,
Wrath for evil’s reign sincere.
Final strike for lies and pain,
Madness crushed — true light will reign.

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The Question of Responsibility

Distortions of existence —
Not mere life's resistance.
Darkness, Death knock at the door,
Only fools believe in more.

All around — just crooked tales,
Spewed by lies in massive scales:
This they call the “media” —
Ruled by fiends of hysteria.

The Horned Fiend, no doubt at all,
But who’s to blame when fools will fall?
Idiots feed the darkness’ game,
Media fuels the flame.

To sell your soul to fiends with cries,
“Just like others, conform or die!”
No sin worse in history’s pen —
The curse of all the foolish men.

That’s why no life’s left to build,
Amid the lies, the truth is killed.
They build the Digital Camp’s domain
For empty minds and hearts of stain.

The soulless throng — for them, just death.
The homeland, world — now fleeting breath.
Not a shooter, but the mark,
If you kneel before the dark.

No choice exists — resist the lies,
Fight the filth till daylight dies.
To dwell in muck is not to live —
Stand strong, resist, and dare to give.

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Simple Feelings of Alienation in a Wretched Hellish World

Since childhood, you have clearly felt:
Not right! Not so! And all for naught! —
This world’s a wretched load of crap,
A soul’s disgrace, a mind’s collapse.

But plunge yourself into the rush,
(The hell of mere survival’s crush) —
You’ll soon forget that simple truth —
By now, in many ways, you’re bruised.

Your soul shrinks tight, your mind’s undone,
Shattered, torn, and coming undone,
For here the dullards set the rule —
Soulless fools, the world’s cruel tool.

A fiend controls it from the shade,
Hidden from the fool’s weak gaze.
Scum drags the world down to the pit,
With practiced commands — “Attack! Commit!”

That fiend will tell you who’s the foe,
This monster’s trick to keep control.
Fools march to slaughter, toil in vain,
Bound to despair, wrapped tight in pain.

Only few refuse the march —
Remembering the simple arch.
Rejecting lies the fiends have spun,
Escaping hell’s oppressive run.

Return to roots — to simple ways,
Though paradoxical this phase.
Like bearing crosses, hard the road,
While fools around you fight and goad.

Simplicity will save your soul —
A balm that makes the broken whole.
And beauty will return once more,
Though brief — before the final war.

For dogs receive their last command,
And then comes Armageddon’s hand.
If from your youth you’ve clung to filth,
Meet your end with steadfast will.

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Яркие во Тьме, или Тир-перевёртыш

Бараний мир
Для Ярких тир —
Мишенью в нём,
Когда с Огнём
Твоя Душа,
А ум, спеша,
Несёт Огонь
Чрез страх и вонь
Толпы тупой
В последний бой
Со Злом, что мир
В гаввах-трактир
Для не-людей —
Сынов Теней —
Уж превратило;
А чернь — в дебилов.
Коль Дух силён,
Тогда Закон
"Наоборот" —
Огнь Тьму сожжёт.

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Засранство Земной Свинофермы

Это мир иль свиноферма?
Впрочем, коли боров "первый",
То за суетой "почтенья"
Не заметишь разложенья.

Бесконечность, запредельность —
Мир Сознанья: в Свете цельность,
Танец Времени, Пространства —
Вне убогого засранства.

Посмотри на свиноферму,
Что буквальна, может первый
Проблеск там ты ощутишь —
И ВВЫСЬ от Дерьма умчишь.

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Человек как средство

"Относись к человеку всегда как к цели и никогда — как к средству".
Иммануил Кант.

Цели <—> средства: человек
Лишь второе, и не век —
До скончания времён
С дня твАрения пленён.
Нелюдь силы все сосёт,
Перед этим идиот
В виде нормы сплошь предстал —
Через страх, девятый вал
Лжи штампуют дураков:
Глупость главной из оков.
Ставят "цели" дуракам =>
Дружно двинется Бедлам
В бой, в борьбу, в напрасный труд —>
ТВАРИ силы вновь сосут.
Скоро так весь Дух сотрут
В черни пошлой и смешной,
С унитазной головой:
Сри и ссы туда что хошь —
Так чудовищна их ложь,
Что названье "экскремент"
Ей подходит. СМРАД, не мент
Контролирует Бедлам,
А политик клоун там.
Деградации зашкал:
Если в целом, мир пропал...

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Комиссары, старые и новые

Комиссары в пыльных шлемах
И наркомы в кабинетах:
Мир в привычных гиблых схемах,
Лишь сменив названье бреда,

Что впендюрили народцу,
Присобачив "новь" уродцам,
Чтобы с старым злом "бороться"
И тем самым напороться

На Зло большее: концлагерь,
Поменяв своё названье,
Также лозунги и флаги,
Продолжает истязанье.

Толерастия, "забота"
Ныне в мире главный лозунг:
Снова верят идиоты,
Не почувствовав угрозы.

Показал шмурдяк-намордник
Уровень "заботы" ТВАРЕЙ
В дни говнида. Второгодник
Школы Мерзкой Лживой Мари

Стал тупее и подлее,
А предательство — работой.
ТВАРИ всё наглее, злее —
Губят страхом идиотов:

Через ложь нагонят страху,
Тут же предлагая "меры" —
И идут на Духа плаху
Скауты и пионеры.

Старый скаут — просто аут,
Но таких здесь большинство.
Потому мирку капут
Через ТВАРЕЙ торжество.

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Приз

"Многие не теряют разума лишь потому, что его не имеют".
Бальтасар Грасиан, XVII-ый век.

Потерявши разум,
Получаешь приз:
В мире, что проказой,
Всё стремится ВНИЗ,

Потому родиться
Можешь без него.
Здесь свобода мнится —
ТВАРЕЙ торжество.

Геноцид повсюду,
И который век:
Выводить паскуду —
К чёрту Человек!

Призом будет "счастье
Подчиняться Тьме" —
Обойдут ненастья,
Всё ведь в голове.

Далее бездушье
Как последний шаг:
Не придёт удушье
От тоски, а враг

Чрез синдром стокгольмский
Станет "добротой".
Мир безумный, "плоский",
В целом никакой,

Духа многомерность
Истребляет сплошь.
И сейчас Пещерность —
"Древности" не трожь:

Оболгали ТВАРИ
Всё, и Клио тож.
В Мерзкой Лживой Мари
Ничего не трожь! —

Что для Тьмы основы:
Лженаук набор,
"Веры" — все оковы
Для ума. Сей вздор

Под большим напором
С детства всем вольют.
Разобраться с Вздором —
Неподъёмный труд.

Мир во Зле чрез Вздор тот —
Бред тотален днесь.
Будь во Тьме упёртым —
Дух багаж твой весь,

Остальное тленом
Станет — Катаклизм
Скоро: Дух — из плена;
Дурней дальше Вниз —

Приняли фашизм.

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Общее или частное "светлое будущее"

Будет светлым Завтра,
Или счастлив ты
В будущем. А правда —
Всем грядут кранты.

Обещаньем Завтра
Строят здешний Ад.
Ложь и страх на завтрак —
В ночь забыться рад.

"Завтра будет лучше",
Если веришь Тьме:
"Разгоняет тучи"
Зло Земном Дерьме.

Так что спи, пусть снится
"Завтра — счастье": сон
Повсеместен. Длится
Вечность. А урон

С каждым годом больше —
Обнаглел фашизм.
Если мягко ложе,
"Путь твой вверх, не вниз":

Сонный разум может
Выдать на гора
Что угодно => позже
В Тьме твоя нора.

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"Алиби" в Бесчинствах:
"Я тут ни причём!"
Оправданье Свинства —
В Тьме не стать Огнём.

Глупость, Злу покорность,
Ведь формально Зло
Добротой чрез Вздорность
"Стало". Повезло

Вовремя пыл юный
В меркантильность влить.
Плюс инстинкт табунный —
В стойле проще... гнить.

Моя хата с краю =>
С краю целый мир.
С центра поджигают
Иль с краёв, чтоб вширь,

Также вглубь быстрее
Двинулся огонь?
Подожгли! Чернь блеет —
Ужас, кипиш, вонь.

"Алиби" Сожженью
Слабый аргумент:
Главным подчиненье —
Огнь сожжёт в момент.

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Paths of Knowing

Grotesque and gaudy scenes they draw —
"Reality" — a twisted fraud —
The "scientists" with minds of straw
Bring poison where the Spirit trod.

No Soul, no Fire, no sacred spark —
Just lifeless charts and sterile schemes.
Their world is but a festering dark
Of Satan's bureaucratic dreams.

The priests, the pundits, lab-coat ghouls —
All loyal dogs of Hell’s parade.
Their strongest skill? To fool the fools —
And keep the donkey's eyes well-shade.

For centuries, they weave the lie,
The common man — a walking ass —
They prod with fear and lure with pie,
And drive him down the cliff en masse.

The goats that lead are blind and proud,
Yet strut as if they knew the path.
This rotten boil will soon explode —
The Day of Light will strike with wrath.

You lost the Truth, forgot the laws:
The Soul comes first — the Mind obeys.
But donkeys bow to every clause
Of creatures spewing twisted praise.

Their only "truth" is lies and breeding —
The training’s deep, and starts from birth.
They keep the herd in blind stampeding,
While draining every drop of worth.

Don’t want to be a donkey? Fight!
Tear through the veil of rotting lies.
With introspection as your light,
Let questions in your Soul arise.

Defy the sludge they teach as fact —
Their "guidance" is a dead machine.
True knowledge is a living act —
No fool can guide where you have been.

My verses carry no disguise —
They're Soul distilled in sharpest flame.
Now pull the Creatures’ sting from Mind —
And cleanse the Source they try to maim.

From cradle till your final breath
They sting you with propaganda’s brew.
And yes — that poison lives beneath
The surface of what you call "you."

To cleanse the Mind must be the start.
Then add INTUITION — fly!
The brave alone unlock the Heart —
Without the Soul, you're born to die.

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Expose or Rot

Their truths are lies, their light is rot —
Break through — or die the slave you’re not.

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Marine of the Spirit

A flood of rotten chatter
From fear of empty skies
Was fed to you — but shatter
That filth, and hear the cries

Of Soul within. The swinefolk
Devour the pulp and slime.
To not become their kind — walk
The Spirit’s path through grime.

Decay is all around you —
Deceit, and fear, and fog.
The herd is blind — they hound you,
And worship every cog.

Their “consciousness” is darkness,
No depth, no light, no spark.
The torture of the heartless
Is hailed as progress — stark!

The world is bent and broken,
By fascist, demon hands.
Their words are poison spoken
To stain the sacred lands.

But if you dare and dive in
The silence of the Void —
A path begins, though drivin’
By dread you once employed.

You’ll stumble, cursed by phantoms,
Not conquer all in stride.
The sheep want quick enchantments —
A shortcut to their pride.

But in the Sea of Lying,
You must descend with grit,
To rise — a Spirit-Marine,
Who serves no shade but Wit!

You plunge like deepest diver
Into the core of fraud —
Then rise — a Truth survivor,
Awakened, raw, and awed.

If you don’t grasp the vastness
Of all the layers of lies,
Your path will break in pastness,
And never pierce the skies.

Go inward — Light is burning
Beyond what eyes can see.
The world is not for yearning —
You are the Flame to be.

At first you'll find but hollow,
But then — the Depth begins.
No sorrow left to swallow
Once Spirit truly wins.

The world’s reversed — their glory
Is truly Hell’s decay.
While heights, in ancient story,
Are Depths found on the Way.

So drink the slime, get sickened —
Let every falsehood die!
Be born again, and quickened
By Ocean vast and high.

The core of all beginning —
Desire — to seek the Fire!
The fool is ever spinning
In “light” that can’t inspire.

He walks the dry illusions
And chants of “Path” and “Grace” —
But God is no delusion
You’ll find in such a place.

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Dive or Die

Truth starts where liars drown.
Dive deep — or stay the clown.

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No Light on Land

The heights are found below —
Dry souls will never glow.

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Lullaby

If you trust the news,
If you chant their creed,
You’re a sold-out weasel
On the Devil’s feed.

Trapped in Incarnation —
This dumb world of pain,
Baptized in damnation,
Worshipping the Stain.

Satan is your “savior,”
And they call him "God".
Turn around — behold their
Lies in every nod.

Lies are all around you:
"Science", "faiths", "beliefs"...
Rot disguised as virtue,
Priests and murder-thieves.

No more land or nation —
Nothing left to feel.
Gone: love, trust, relation —
Only war and squeal.

Squeals of propaganda,
Stench and poisoned air.
Fiends in grand command, and
Rot is everywhere.

Traitors, fat and sated,
Smile while stabbing deep.
"Leaders"? Just mutated
Swine that herd the sheep.

Cattle made from children —
That’s their core design.
Soullessness is written
In their thin-spined line.

They shoot lies like rifles,
Fire through your doubt,
Kill the Soul in cycles,
Crush the Spirit out.

Even Earth is aching —
She is still alive!
And with Light she’s breaking
Darkness to survive.

There’s a higher order:
Sun ignites the flame —
Burns away disorder,
Torches every shame.

Human filth and Creatures —
Fascist to the core —
Feel the rising features
Of a Solar War.

No more dreams and screaming —
Let the fire rise.
Bye-bye, lies and scheming!
Burn, sweet lullabies.

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Burn the Lie

The Sun is rising — lies must die.
No lullabies. Just cleanse the sky.

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Sleep, Little Sheep

They sang you lies till you were numb —
Now wake — or perish with the scum.

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Break the Spell

Beyond the rot, a Fire calls —
Awake! The Soul breaks through the walls.

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Rise or Rot

The Soul breaks chains or dies in rust —
Transcend the lie — or bite the dust.

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Echo Beyond

Where all dissolves, the Light remains —
A silent spark beyond the chains.

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From Veil to Flame

Illusion fades — the Core stands true.
Go inward. Truth is born in you.

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Rot

Idiots aren’t coupons here —
They shear us, piling madness.
Fools build walls with doubt and fear,
Monsters set the trap’s badness.

Scarier than F;hrer’s face,
Is the herd that trusts the lie.
Culture’s crushed, no sacred place —
Only smoke where nations die.

An idiot might still wake,
Grasp a spark, resist the slime.
But most choose to feed and take,
Breed the evil all the time.

They choose to gorge, not think, not feel —
Embrace the Devil’s bribe.
To gnaw and grasp, their fate is sealed,
Pursuing vice alive.

The scum who sell their soul and flesh —
No longer men, but freaks.
Satan’s idols, cursed afresh —
Their reign lasts decades bleak.

Maybe more — who dares to know?
History’s depths are blind.
Everything’s a hollow show —
Darkness chains the mind.

Fake science shapes the present day,
Creates what suits their game.
Spreads lies in a brilliant way —
Look at CowID’s shame.

Idiots block our way,
F;hrer’s but a clown of night.
No peace here — just pens to stay
For cattle, masked as right.

Few wise remain — they fade away
Each day without a trace.
This rot must burn — no more delay!
The fire must scorch this place.

That fire comes from Sun’s own light —
It’ll burn this mad fa;ade.
But sheep won’t see, lost in their night —
The feast of lies goes on.

If fools obey the beast,
And dance their vile command,
The deeper grows the venomed feast —
The faster burns the land.

Sun and Earth are wise and true —
Fake science meets its check.
If madness reigns among the crew —
The end comes in a wreck.

No need for idiots here,
No traitors or vile pests.
Who rule in lies and endless fear —
All rotten, none are blest.

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Rot Burns

Rot spreads fast — the fools obey.
Burn the lies! Burn it away!

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The Harm of Nonsense

The harm that nonsense deals to minds
Can’t be measured, can’t be weighed.
Its trail is everywhere — it blinds,
Makes life a twisted masquerade.

Among the fools — the throng is vast —
CowID showed the glaring truth.
For centuries, the fiends hold fast,
And kill the Purest Mind of youth.

Where reason fails — the void takes hold,
And nonsense fills the empty space.
Where once stood humans, now the cold
Are beasts who lost their human face.

They build a Digital Camp
For all who grunt and blindly bleat.
Sick in mind, easy to stamp,
To scare, oppress, and then defeat.

They herd you out from stable stall
To "brave new worlds" of false parade —
Schwab and Hitler’s ghosts recall —
The end is near, the mask will fade.

Satan’s idol shows his face,
The world is lost to rotten craze.
No cure for this corrupt disgrace —
While waves of lies drown out the days.

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Nonsense Kills

Nonsense spreads — the fools obey,
Mind decays — no light, no way.

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Nonsense, Torment...

Miracles are strangers
To slaves of endless drivel —
They serve the lowest dangers,
Feed off the rotten evil.

The Wonder lives in Spirit —
They serve the foulest beasts,
The end link in the merit
Of food chains, cursed feasts.

Blind slaves, they call it fine,
Accept their narrow world —
“The rich oppress, but we’ll be fine,
Our joy will soon unfurl.”

If fattened up with money,
They think they’ve won the fight,
But trapped within that honey
Is endless, crushing blight.

No happiness is given
To slaves beneath the yoke.
You perish dumb and driven,
Your children bear the joke.

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Slave’s Fate

Miracle’s denied,
Slaves in drivel die.

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TNS-VP

“The world is a hospital for the incurably ill.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer

Dr. Mengele walks the grounds
Of this global death camp’s field.
False diseases, lost and found,
Mark the minds that won’t quite yield.

Tagged as “normal” by his hand —
Assets for his twisted game.
Once the rack and solder’s brand,
Now the syringe has claimed its fame.

Schopenhauer and Nietzsche’s lore
He studied close, learned it well.
A new breed stalks — they adore:
“Serve the Dark — or cease to dwell.”

The Dark revealed through CowID
Its cruel, vile, venomous face.
New kind — dumb pests breed
A charter Schwab will soon place.

Gates will lock a digital chain
Around the globe, no soul spared.
Plans packed in a massive case —
The herd awaits, prepared.

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Digital Chains

Serve the Dark or fade away —
Mengele’s heirs are here to stay.

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Revolt Code

Chains may bind the blind and meek —
But souls awake refuse to break.

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The Prigs

The prigs spread nonsense far and wide —
A polished little world they weave,
And justify with hollow pride
The “positivity” they breathe.

Their lies flow fast, a toxic stream,
From Darkness’ fools with tainted minds.
Their “perceptions” break the dream,
Youth’s promise twisted, blind.

That vow, like scouts’ absurd oath sworn,
Is fascism’s warped disguise.
Distorting minds from early morn —
Communism’s old reprise.

Few realists remain today,
Who feel the sting beneath the skin.
Lost through ages, gone away,
For wounds cut deep within.

The prigs won’t grasp this pain and dread —
Their path is easy, soft, and blind.
Realists walk roads steep and red,
Their work is dark, by lies confined.

To understand, to sever lies —
That’s the realist’s grim crusade.
But praise the filth, and meet your demise —
Your fate is set, your soul betrayed.

Censorship’s a ruthless game,
Always aiming sharp and cruel.
Clear minds targeted in its name —
Filtered water, twisted rule.

The prigs just scrub their image clean,
“Smart, strong, realist” they proclaim.
Living life within the screen —
Proud to play the perfect game.

Under Nazis pride was bred —
Hitler Youth’s proud, blind decree.
“Heroes” front lines — or early dead —
Death’s grim dance for loyalty.

The same repeats — the new regime —
Tamed monkeys lost their will.
Destroying dualism’s dream,
To silence truth and kill.

Dualism tears the mind apart —
Unless you’re one of prigs’ kind.
Prig? A fool with broken heart —
Believe, obey, stay blind.

The prigs will fall with rotten ranks —
Faces twisted by the night.
Satan’s spawn who hate the ranks,
For evil dims their “light.”

“Positivity” a mask to wear,
Hiding storms before they start.
The Earth will cleanse, the skies will tear —
The reckoning for every heart.

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Prigs Fall

Prigs scrub lies, but truth will burn —
Darkness falls, and tides will turn.

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“Savior on the Blood”

“Savior on the Blood”…
Tear your faith apart:
The fool believes in life
That never breaks or starts.

Only Hell is eternal.
The fool’s delight, you see —
Thinking this small world
Will fatten endlessly.

Hell will melt that fat,
And spread its stench around:
They’ll call it “holy oil.”
Pour your sins profound.

Break bread with flesh and blood —
Thankful, cannibal’s feast.
I’ve become a monster
Believing in such beast.

Take away “eternal life” —
The show, the empty cries.
A funeral for the mind,
The Spirit’s own demise.

Few will come enticed,
But lie about such “life,”
And hordes will rush in frenzy —
Hold fast! Brace for strife.

“Savior on the Blood”…
Think hard, don’t cry, don’t wait —
A dreadful turning’s near,
You stand before your fate.

Cataclysm will come:
World fascism’s sweep,
Sweeping all the slaves away —
Into eternal deep.

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Blood Savior’s End

Fools believe, but Hell’s the flame —
Slaves will burn, none left to blame.

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Writing Poems — A Grim Fate

To write true poems is a curse,
When honesty burns fierce and clear.
But spout the crap, and then you’re worse —
A tool for fools, lost in their smear.

A servant to the beastly herd,
Between their nonsense and the crowd.
You’ll simply be the worthless word
With rotten brains in drivel drowned.

Rot’s everywhere — to dig it out
Is task for many, poet too.
But now the bard’s a digging scout,
Unleashing chosen garbage through.

His crap just builds the shameful wall,
The stupid herd’s dull, fearful reign —
Where lies and chaos loudly call,
And ignorance drives minds insane.

Write with fury — ink is dead,
The old ways gone, they’ve had their run.
It’s time to write with TNT instead —
There’s just too much shit under the sun.

Blow up the filth — let come what may,
The herd’s not yours to worry ‘bout.
And when the crowd condemns your way —
You’ve broken free from rotten doubt.

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Blast the Rot

Poison spreads — tear down the wall,
Write with fire, or not at all.

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The Barracks, or “School”

Slave drills start in the barracks:
Searching “meaning” in the chains.
Cowards find their tyrant’s marks —
Call it “new regime” remains.

“We’ll build happiness in order,”
Every third one’s a star.
Driven by the media’s border,
Yet the pen is still a scar.

What we build’s a pigsty’s face —
All foremen to the wall.
But our bold Chief knows his place,
Knows the grander plan for all.

The state’s clean face is money,
Built on greed and hardened laws.
Cruel customs rule the colony,
Ranks imposed with iron jaws.

Crowds of hungry for their food,
Cheap goods, booze, and empty noise.
Who works hardest? Who’s subdued?
Where’s the firmest herd, the toys?

Doesn’t matter — slavery’s one,
Just in varied shades it shows.
Filth grows deep behind the sun,
Backstage where the darkness flows.

Changing rules like surgeons’ gloves —
For slaves, a growing storm.
Angry “demiurges” move,
Shaping chains in every form.

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Slave Drills

Chains tighten, media roars,
Slaves march on through pigsty doors.

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Lies Interceptor

You catch the lies mid-flight,
Tear them piece by piece:
“White threads” run through the blight,
But madness swallows peace.

Who needs it? Ask that later —
Then you’ll see the full decay
Of evil’s verbal crater —
Clear as night from day.

Look close at every thread:
Time’s always running thin.
No matter what’s said,
Nonsense seeps right in.

Turn on your intuition —
The key to judge the lie.
Destroy it — no omission!
New targets on the fly.

This hybrid war’s relentless.
Lies Interceptor — an eagle.
Spirit’s warrior, relentless,
While low are goats and feeble.

Those who trust the creatures’ word
Are worse than beasts themselves —
They build the pens absurd
For fools, the war’s dark shelves.

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Intercept Lies

Catch the lies — tear apart!
Keep your spirit, guard your heart.

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Foolish Relations

Unspoken weight drags down the ties,
In every troubled bond.
Obvious quarrels cloud the skies,
Yet deeper woes respond.

For masks collide, not true selves meet,
False images displayed.
Fools deck out lies with tricks discreet,
Deceit in grand parade.

Sobriety then takes its toll:
Beneath another mask,
Ego shatters — sudden roll
Like lightning’s cruel task.

Tension builds, then sparks ignite,
A shockwave swift and harsh.
The foolish mind, again, despite,
Blames partner — “scoundrel’s march.”

The cycle turns, repeats the pain,
Same bitter aftertaste.
When ego spins its selfish chain,
Truth and trust are replaced.

It breaks apart, the tension grows,
Silent, it swells inside.
The first sign — irritation shows —
Just when “happy” should abide.

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Ego’s Trap

Words unsaid, the poison spreads,
Masks and lies inside our heads.

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Independence of Judgment

Judgment’s always relative,
Bound by chains of age-old pain,
Artificial strife’s narrative —
Linking tribes, poor rich, in vain.

Books themselves can harm the mind,
Chains that trap the intellect.
Darkness spreads, corrupts, confines,
Through schools, through kindergartens decked.

The docile fool moves in line,
Learning promised paths to “win.”
But it’s all a cruel design —
A circus where the freaks begin.

Most are soulless, broken breeds,
Brains like jelly, mush and sludge.
Wrapped in “knowledge” that misleads,
Flooding lies like toxic sludge.

Burn those lies within your mind —
In that muck, no light will gleam.
True judgment’s yours alone to find —
Unshackled by the herd’s dumb dream.

Independence means to choose,
Answer all without their noise.
Most opinions are misuse —
Empty babble, void of poise.

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Think for Yourself

Chains bind minds in endless spin,
Break free — the truth begins within.

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So-Called “Culture”

“Miniature culture” —
Big forms weigh too much.
Literature’s buried deep,
Films and clips have the touch.

Idiots watch in droves,
The wise are counted few.
Culture’s death throes
Under fascist, satanic view.

Poets fade away,
Lost or drowned in the trash.
The last Reason fades
By homeland’s pitiful clash.

Total lies have spread
Across the global stage.
This “copper basin” dead
Will skin the soul’s last page.

They hear commands on air,
Rushing to break the last.
Serving, obeying without care —
Their way to live, aghast.

When survival’s the game — no art,
Just carrots for the blind.
With blinders on, they march to slaughter,
“Donkeys’ Paradise” signed.

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Donkeys’ Paradise

Blind fools march, eyes sealed tight,
Culture dies — they crave the bite.

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So-Called “President”

A Botox rat, a double’s mask —
A nightmare turned to real, grotesque.
No meaning dwells in this mad task,
Just vile nonsense, loud, grotesque.

That nonsense calls itself the “bonds,”
And bonds all with a broken clone.
For any sane asylum’s bounds,
It’s madness deeply overgrown.

This plague — a fog, a mental blight,
A monstrous conveyor belt of spite.
The wild grow few, subdued by lies,
Donkey’s blinders seal their eyes.

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Rat Clone

Botox rat, nightmare real,
Blindly trapped beneath the seal.

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Rashists

Kherson’s melons — no one picks,
The enemy lies on his belly, fixed.
Loving to kill, cold fascist scum,
Rashist filth — they’ll come undone.

But skies will clear above the strife,
Soon Dnipro’s crossing ends their life.

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Rashist Rot

Enemy sprawled, thirst for death,
Kherson’s fruits saved by breath.

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Rashist Doom

Lying low, they spill their hate,
But Dnipro’s flood will seal their fate!

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Rashist Curse

On bellies crawl, they bring the plague,
Kherson’s blood stains lies vague.
Fascist scum in shadows tread —
Dnipro’s wrath will drown the dead.

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Rashist Abyss

They crawl like worms, spawn death and dread,
Kherson bleeds — the cursed dead.
Fascist filth, a festering blight,
Drowned by Dnipro’s darkened night.

No dawn awaits their hollow cries,
Only silence ‘neath black skies.
The river’s wrath, cold and supreme,
Erases all their cursed scheme.

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So-Called “Doctors”

Quacks and puppets, singing praise
For fascist scum who bite with lies,
Believing stings are easier ways
Than marching forth with battle cries.

They lie and sting — death piles concealed,
Hidden deep, as always done.
In this foolish world revealed,
Genocide’s become the run.

Betrayal made the daily grind,
Executioner now wields the syringe.
In this world of fools confined,
They turn us all to cattle fringe.

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Quacks and Scum

Fascist dogs with poison lies,
Doctors turned to killers’ guise.

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The Task

The soul is worn, the body tired,
Despair has filled the mind’s expanse.
But one thing keeps the heart inspired —
Your task remains, not done by chance.

So bear the weight, do all you can,
The rest is fuss, mere fleeting pain.
When finished, then you’ll understand —
You’ll rest in peace beyond the strain.

For living here is dull and bleak,
But purpose grants the strength you seek.

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Last Stand

Soul worn thin, body weak—
Hold the task, don’t dare to break.

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Endurance

When soul and flesh grow tired and spent,
The unfinished task fuels intent.

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Don’t!..

Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t beg or plead,
Don’t wait, don’t blame, don’t lie or need.
Don’t crave, don’t shear, don’t burn with heat,
Don’t rage, don’t cry, don’t face defeat.

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No!

Don’t trust, don’t fear,
Don’t shed a tear.

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No...

Trust not, nor fear the night,
Beg not, nor seek the light.

Crave not flames that blind the soul,
Let silence keep you whole.

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No...

Trust not the whispers of the night,
Nor fear the shadows’ silent flight.
Beg not for fate to guide your way,
Nor seek the dawn to break your day.

Desire not the burning flame,
That scorches soul and fans the shame.
Resist the urge to rage or cry,
Let tears like rivers pass you by.

In stillness find the hidden fire,
Beyond the reach of false desire.
Embrace the silence, vast and deep —
Where secrets wake and shadows sleep.

No chains to bind, no gods to plea,
Just boundless, timeless mystery.

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The Hidden Chains of Slavery

Slavery’s “invisible” —
The world itself enslaved.
From childhood, fools “with greetings,”
Dumbed down, lost, depraved.

No borders can be found,
Except inside the mind.
Monsters hold the nations down,
In filth they bind.

Illusions rule the crowds —
So goes the centuries’ reign.
Creatures, from their heights endowed,
Spread sorrow and pain.

Behold the broken masses —
Slaves bred like cattle there.
Few have the strength to fight —
Fools dwell unaware.

They claim the “best of worlds,”
Where happiness abides,
Yet harsh to those nearby,
In fear the slave resides.

Before the beasts they quake,
Children on the block,
Raised for endless labor,
Victims of the clock.

All grievances replayed,
In minds not truly free,
Another fool will rise again,
To pass the chains endlessly.

To their own children’s ears,
A barrel full of lies,
Hiding doubts and wounds,
From lives spent hypnotized.

Slavery’s well concealed,
While mad slaves fill the ranks.
Amidst the herd of cattle,
The wise hold feeble ranks.

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Silent Chains

Slavery hides in plain sight,
Fools breed fools, lost in the night.

Voices wise are weak and few,
Among the herd, drowned through and through.

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Tractrix

Tractrix? No — a twisted snare!
A child’s mind is overloaded,
With nonsense, lies, a cruel despair —
To drag it down, deranged, corroded.

Words are picked to kill the spark,
To crush bright thought in hellish schools,
Where learning’s dark and grim and stark,
And thinking breaks the slavish rules.

The spirit crushed, the mind so frail,
All efforts in the adult world
End up consumed in endless jail —
A soulless drone, a fate unfurled.

The heartless consumer fits the throne,
Where rulers praise the weak and small.
If fragile minds are left alone —
The highest grade they’ll ever call.

The clever taught through tales complex,
More tangled every passing day.
Mathematics’ cruel reflex
For fanatics’ cryptic play.

From this harsh “school” you’ll rise by force,
Your fragile mind pressed, bruised, and torn.
Pseudo-knowledge holds its course —
The sacred bird of truth is shorn.

The world’s a spirit, not a sine,
No plus if minus dominates.
A minus minus draws the line —
The sum: a void that suffocates.

You’ll be nothing if you trust
The vile lies that chain your mind.
Lies total, condemned by dust —
Like bullets, falsehoods blind and bind.

CowID showed this cruel decay —
Lies killed many, darkness grows.
The fiends of night pursue their way,
By killing minds, the world’s repose.

Their goal achieved: a global hell,
A death camp looming close and near,
Where those who think will cease to dwell —
The mad condemned, consumed by fear.

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Tractrix’s Snare

Child’s mind trapped in twisted lies,
Crushed by darkness, thought denied.

Falsehoods reign, the spirit dies —
In this hell, all truth’s defied.

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The Final Age — The Age of Idiocy

Some time after fields of Moldavia
Were drenched in DDT and poison's sway,
A generation grew, school-aged, and
The schools for fools grew tenfold, they say.

Each year more children fall astray —
The nation frailer, duller grown.
A scheme unfolds in food and pills:
Silent poisons, seeds of bone.

Pesticides — a weapon's guise,
Not for pests, but for mankind.
A rotten breed, earth shudders sore,
Madness grips the fragile mind.

Insanity becomes the norm,
Yet vile efforts waste away.
Earth won’t bear this stench and dull,
Nor endless doom’s dismay.

Cataclysms will sweep this filth,
The age of idiocy’s come.
Flaming suns and magma rise,
Earth’s fierce heart will burn the scum.

Fools don't see the aphid’s plight —
Like fleas in dust, oppressed and crushed.
Try feeding fools with poison’s drip,
Carbofos better than rotten honey hushed.

The clouds grow thick, but fools remain
Blind to this poisonous, creeping pain.

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Age of Idiocy

Fields drenched in poison’s deadly rain,
Children grow numb — schools for the insane.

Earth groans beneath the toxic lie,
Madness spreads while fools comply.

Cataclysm brews — the final blow,
Only fire can cleanse this wretched show.

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The Last Century — The Century of Madness

Fields drowned in poison, silent and cold,
Children born broken, the weak and the old.
Schools for the fools now rise tenfold,
A plague of dull minds, a nightmare untold.

Earth trembles beneath the weight of decay,
Madness like shadow steals reason away.
A generation twisted by venom’s embrace,
Lost in the void of a hollowed-out race.

Insanity blooms as the norm of the day,
Vile creatures sow lies, but Earth will not stay.
Cataclysms rage, fiery wrath will descend,
To purge the corruption, to bring this to end.

Fools remain blind to the poison they feed,
Like fleas doomed to perish, enslaved by their greed.
The skies grow heavy with ash and despair—
Only fire’s judgment can cleanse the foul air.

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The Final Century — The Reign of Madness

Fields drowned in silent death’s embrace,
Children born to rot, devoid of grace.
Schools for the broken, halls of decay,
A plague of lost souls, stripped away.

Earth shudders beneath the poison’s curse,
Madness spreads — a slow, relentless hearse.
Minds unravel, sanity torn,
In the shadow of lies, humanity’s mourn.

The norm now insanity’s cold breath,
Vile fiends weave threads of death.
But Earth will not endure this blight,
Cataclysms rise to end the night.

Fiery magma from her core will burn,
Ashes of ruin, none shall return.
Blind fools swallow the poison fed,
Like fleas on a corpse, chained and dead.

The sky chokes on smoke and screams,
Nightmares invade their fractured dreams.
Only the flame can cleanse the stain,
In fire’s furnace, rebirth from pain.

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The Last Century — The Age of Decay and Madness

The earth convulses beneath poison’s shroud,
A generation born hollow, minds unbowed.
Schools of the broken, temples of despair,
Where souls wither in poisoned air.

Madness seeps into the marrow of time,
A creeping void, a deathless crime.
Reason drowns in a sea of lies,
As shadowed puppeteers tighten their ties.

The plague of fools swells, a vast dark tide,
Blinding the world, swallowing pride.
Yet beneath the rot, the core still burns,
Awaiting the moment when chaos turns.

From magma’s depths, the fury will rise,
A cleansing fire under ashen skies.
Despair’s heavy cloak will finally tear,
Revealing a spark in the fetid air.

Fools chained like fleas on a corpse decayed,
Enslaved by poison, blindly betrayed.
But from the abyss where all seems lost,
A silent whisper, a spirit’s cost.

Destruction’s veil, a doorway wide —
Beyond the ruin, the soul’s true stride.
The last century’s dark and twisted breath
Is but the passage through shadow to death.

And from that death, a new dawn born —
The phoenix from ashes, the shattered torn.
For even in madness, despair, and night,
Burns the eternal ember of light.

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The Last Century — The Age of Mad Decay

The earth convulses under poison’s reign,
A generation born hollow, drowned in pain.
In halls of broken minds, the lost reside,
Souls consumed where shadows hide.

Madness spreads like a creeping blight,
Feeding the void, devouring light.
Reason, crushed beneath lies’ weight,
Fades slowly into endless night.

The plague of fools swells, a ravenous sea,
Blinding the many, shackling the free.
Yet beneath the rot, the core still burns,
Awaiting the moment when fate overturns.

From magma’s depths, the fury will rise,
A cleansing fire beneath blood-red skies.
Despair’s black cloak will be torn asunder,
Revealing truth beyond the thunder.

Fools enslaved, like fleas on corpse decay,
Beguiled by poison, lost on the way.
But in the abyss where all seems dead,
A whisper stirs — the soul’s thread.

Destruction’s veil, a threshold wide,
Passage through shadow, where spirits hide.
The last century’s dark, maddening breath
Is but the crucible of death.

And from the furnace of ruin and flame,
Emerges rebirth, the spirit’s reclaim.
For even in madness, chaos, and night,
Burns the eternal, undying light.

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The Last Century — Alchemy of Madness and Ash

Beneath a poisoned sky, the world decays,
A crucible where innocence betrays.
The children born of chemical embrace,
Wander lost in a shadowed place.

Their minds — eclipsed by veils of blight,
Fools dancing blind within the night.
Schools turned crypts where reason dies,
Truth buried deep beneath false skies.

A harvest reaped of poisoned seed,
Where lies are sown and madness feeds.
The plague of ignorance spreads like rust,
Ashes gather in silent dust.

Yet in the heart of this abyss,
A spark endures — the soul’s own kiss.
The ancient fire, long concealed,
Waits beneath the wounds unhealed.

From magma’s forge, the old world breaks,
Flames consume the web of fakes.
Despair’s dark shroud will rend apart,
To birth anew the purest heart.

Fools remain like fleas on rotted flesh,
Bound by venom’s silent mesh.
But death’s embrace, a sacred door,
Unveils the light at spirit’s core.

The final hour, the dark descent,
Is but the sacred alchemist’s intent.
To turn decay to golden flame,
To cleanse the soul, to break the chain.

Through chaos’ storm and shadowed pain,
The phoenix rises once again.
For even in destruction’s night,
Burns the eternal, blazing light.

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Mad Pendulum, or There Is No “Golden Mean”

To hold the balance — you must fly TO THE EDGE,
Then turn back, to rein the swinging gauge,
To push the boundary far away,
But here’s the truth I must convey:

The middle ground is just decay,
A place where spirit falls away.
If halfway through you stop your quest,
You fail your Muse, deny the rest.

“Hell” and “Heaven” — edges sharp,
The pendulum swings wild and dark.
To balance is an art severe:
You’re “happy” or “unhappy” here —

That’s secondary, the flame
That drives you through this risky game.
Control the flight with fiery might,
So deeds, not words, prove what’s right.

Don’t fear to crash and break apart,
If on the last beat you depart
From “hell” and “heaven,” push the line —
Your breakthrough marks the grand design.

Break past the edge — the rest is noise,
Such flight’s no path for timid boys.
Don’t gauge your balance by fools’ rules —
“Cold thought” won’t save the wise or jewels.

Only your instinct, sharp and true,
Will help you find your rhythm through.
And if the pain becomes too great,
In middle ground you can await.

So take your flight, come what may be.
Trust only in your own heartbeat.
The crowd will judge — as crowds will do —
For rhythm dies where minds are few.

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The Mind’s Forshmak

“Buy and find; sell — lose.”
A proverb old and true.

The mind’s fors’hmak fills with lies
And fear, a bitter stew.
Sprinkled faint with hopes for “new,”
To make the fog endure, the dread pursue.

Exploiting hope is ancient craft —
As old as this foolish earth:
New fools are born to serve the past,
Old idols given false rebirth.

With rosy dust they’re lightly dressed,
As “trendy” now, then crushed again
By “wisdom” of the idol’s jest —
The source of every system’s pain.

Abstract ideas serve as gods —
Like idols false, revered by all.
Take “crapocracy” for example —
Absurdity that makes you fall.

You buy — you sell your very soul,
Yet purchase nonsense, dust, and waste.
But most important now is this:
To heed the media’s embrace.

They serve the powers, sly and cold,
As CowID revealed the scene —
A phantasmagoric world unfolds,
With scum on screens, unelected fiends,

Who rule the people through commands,
Their “advice” masks brutal might —
The festering sore of false democracy,
A foul and endless blight.

The mind’s fors’hmak gets new layers,
As scum designs the “new world’s” face:
Fake diseases resurrected,
Where “care” means death in cold embrace.

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Путь к "счастью"

"Худшее одиночество — это когда человеку неуютно с самим собой".
Марк Твен.

Неуютно с собою,
Так прислушайся к вою
Пропаганды убогой,
Относися не строго
К "ближним", "ищущим бога" —
Лжерелигии смогут
В упрощённые схемы
Вас загнать: слепы, немы
Вы для Духа, но "важны",
Ведь в Бедламе продажны
И покорны веленьям
Идолам Разложенья.
Получаешь общенье,
Равно как ощущенье
Сопричастности к миру...
Позабывшему Лиру
И Прозрений Порывы —
Идиоты "счастливы"...

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Огонь

"Великих мужей рождают не матери, а Плутархи".
Станислав Ежи Лец.

Огонь семьёй передаётся?
Примеров мало в том найдётся.
И редки под цензурой книги,
Что скинут из ума вериги.

Внутри Огонь. Коль с ним родился,
В среде тлетворной очутился:
Поможет только Личный Поиск,
А не философ, даже стоик.

Ищи Внутри на всё ответы —
Мир полон чуши, мути, бреда.
Коль твой Огонь стал ярче, жарче,
Путь верен к Духа сверхзадаче.

Та сверхзадача — стать собою
Средь страхов, пропаганды воя.
Духовной сущностью ты был —
То средь маразмов позабыл.

Маразмы мира словно в тире
Бьют по Прозрениям. Как гири
Его "теории" и "веры" —
На дно утянут пионеров.

Семья и школа пионеров
Гнобит, причём всегда без меры,
Внедряя пошлый практицизм —
Для Духа смерть. Кругом фашизм,

Меняющий свои личины
От века к веку, но кретины,
Как "настоящие мужчины",
Сомненьям не найдут причины.

Сомнений семя поливай,
В Обманов Холод согревай
Огнём Души. И поспеши
Огонь разжечь, и тем впиши

Себя в Духовный Ряд. Лишь гад
Сплотиться под "идеей" рад:
В них сатанизм "второе дно";
Уму — убогое говно.

Дерзай, борись со Злом, иначе
Потухнет Огнь, и ум в придачу:
Источник Ясности Огонь
Души — не лженауки вонь.

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Сукины дети

"Может быть, он и сукин сын, но это наш сукин сын!"
Франклин Рузвельт.

Сукин сын, но наш, —
Для "верхов" типаж
Самый ходовой:
Болен головой
Мир. С главы гниёт
Всё, а идиот
"Нормою" давно.
Мир, или Говно?!

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Алхимия Души

В пучине Мрака тлеет Свет неясный,
Как дым забвенья в зыбкой глубине:
Сквозь Сон Ума зов слабый, но опасный,
Что манит, не даёт покоя мне.

Тьма заблуждений, терний и обмана,
Ведут в Маразм в сгущающейся мгле.
Весь мир — тюрьма. Болит на Сердце рана,
И рвётся Дух к Неведомой Звезде.

Неясный Свет становится сильнее —
Неведомое в силах проявить.
Тюрьма меж тем всё злее и подлее —
Духовным вскоре в стенах Зла не жить.

Свет стал сильнее — пробудилась Воля:
Алхимия начнётся в глубине,
Когда обрыдла прозябанья доля,
А Воля вырвет якорь твой на Дне.

Тонула Воля в море лжи и горя,
Запасы противленья истощив.
Свет силы дал, и ум очнулся, вторя
Душе восставшей, Ясность ощутив.

Отвалы лжи он режет словно масло
Эскалибур, тем разгоняя Мрак,
И удивляясь, как года напрасно
Провёл он посреди Тлетворных Врак.

Алхимия в Огне — взрыв мегатонный
Несёт Огонь, коль разожжёшь его,
Снабдившись Силой Воли непреклонной,
И не страшась уж больше ничего.

Разбита Тьма — и Чистый Взор открылся,
Он не нуждается теперь в оправе слов.
Навстречу Вечности Дух снова устремился:
Все "тайны мира" — словно стук чужих шагов.

Вмиг растворились цепи заблуждений,
Обманы Зла — как пепел на ветру.
Пришли Прозренья, Сидхи, Вдохновенье,
Огонь Познанья: Солнце поутру.

Ты видишь: тьма — гнилой покров иллюзий,
Которым скрыты глупость и беда.
Чрез тупость не отыщут недолюди
Духовный Мир, где правит Свет всегда.

Открыто Сердце — звёзды стали ближе:
Излечат раны на Душе твоей.
Твой путь теперь не "выше" или "ниже" —
Полёт Души к Извечности своей.

Алхимия Души — в Огне Прозренья,
Где Чистота рождает Новый Свет.
В том Свете радость, сила, возрожденье,
И путь к Источнику — Души завет.

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Очень рад, что я не гад:
Не направил автомат
Иль обманы на людей
По велению чертей.

"Власть верховная" уже
Утонула в ****еже:
Правит "серый кардинал".
Внемлешь ТВАРЯМ — ты пропал.

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Путь "наверх"

Оглупленье школы базово.
Самым главным в нём семья —
Не придурком одноразовым
Чтобы стал услады для

Проходимцев, а Системе
Был полезен, получив
"Крендельки", когда ты "в теме",
Ей покорность превратив

В "продвижение" и прочее
Из системных барышей,
И поставил троеточие
В скользких темах, чтоб взашей

Не погнали. Много надо
Изучить и закрепить,
Чтобы стать отборным гадом —
Докой, в силах чернь гнобить.

На гноблении народца
Зиждится система вся.
Быть в ней честным — напороться
На ответку, занеся

Чуждый элемент. На этих
У тварья звериный нюх:
Местом ты своим ответишь,
И на дно, в народец, плюх.

Не придурок невозможен
Там — осмыслит Геноцид:
Так что, в общем-то, несложен,
Путь "наверх" — в Кромешный Стыд.

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Ассорти из Лжи

Тутти фрутти
В Мире Жути:
Ложь сладк`а
Для ду-ра-ка.

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Дэвид Айк
Мощный страйк:
Новый Рейх
"Страх плюс фейк"
Ловко бьёт —
Кегли в лёт.

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Будь ты конный или пеший,
Хуже, чем пропитый леший,
Коль Кощею, что во власти,
Внемлешь, множа тем напасти.

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Топливо Света

Духовная Сущность,
К чёртям всю насущность:
Коль выжжешь все нервы,
В Мир Света ты первый.

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Звериное

Козлы ведут баранов:
Фашизм повсюду — сраный.
У честных в Сердце раны.
Злу веселиться рано:
Поможет Катаклизм —
Сметёт тупой фашизм.

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Звериное 2

Мышка-мама мышке-сыну
В воспитании кретина
Что имела, то дала —
Трепет перед Ложью Зла.
А иного очень мало —
Ниже Днища норка пала.

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Толерастия к Обступившему Со Всех Сторон Дерьму

Толерастия: обидеть
Ты не можешь никого.
Даже тихо ненавидеть
Стало стрёмно. Всё Дерьмо
Рассосётся, мол, само,
Если этого не видеть, —
И не видеть ничего!
Отражается то ярко
На рисунках, что "ИИ"
Генерирует: помаркой
Честность — лучше сладко ври.

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Фантасмагория

Фашисты не речисты.
Акулы на планктон
Переключились, исто
Клянясь "добру". Закон
На Геноцид направил
Суровые статьи.
Предатель же восславил
Свет Правды, а свои
Дела теперь во благо
Творит, умён, силён.
В народе сплошь отвага,
Познания вагон.
Очнулся я в психушке,
Ведь самый сильный бред
В том легковерном душке,
Какому крикнуть "нет!"
Сложнее, чем к анчару
Влачить стопы свои —
"Походные" на шару
И водка на троих.

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"С колен вставание" — попрание
"Свободы" слова. За лавэ,
А также (снова!!!) обещания,
Пустотность станет в голове

Главнейшим признаком народца,
Который, веря тварям вновь,
Вновь станет с Западом бороться,
Пустив народам !ближним! кровь.

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Воз и ныне там

"Ударной недели!" —
Соцсеть Дури мелет:
Удар по мозгам —
И ныне воз там.

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The Key

The sudden key to “hidden knowing”
Is born from effort, sweat, and flame.
INSIDE IT LIES. No hand for showing,
No guide for donkeys seeking fame.

You read wise books — a flood of chatter.
Their end? Just noise, just mental dust.
This world’s a wreck, and nothing matters:
God's left it rotting in disgust.

And intuition, not tradition,
Will pull you out and lead you through.
Spontaneous — beyond cognition —
This key will open realms anew.

Seek out that key — not mind’s delusion —
It comes when all your hopes are dead,
When life explodes in raw confusion —
Then leap into the void ahead.

You’ll either die… or break the border,
And seize the key — so go, ignite!
But if you seek in lies some order,
You’re just a mutant, lost in blight.

Reject all lies. Think sharp, precisely.
Direct your will, split every wave:
The peaks will rise and fall — embrace them.
Each peak — a glimpse. Each fall — be brave.

Don’t whimper in your fading valley.
Hold firm. Endure. Await the crest.
Or else your effort melts to nothing —
But in the peak — a gate, a test.

A flash will come — the door swings open.
The key will burn inside your hand.
No “Eden” waits, forget such hoping —
Wake up and see — don’t dream and stand!

The mind is mad. That’s no illusion —
It’s passed through centuries, old and vile.
So guard your “strangeness” from intrusion,
Or madness claims you with a smile.

This world is mad — a full infection —
And that’s the swamp from which you rise.
The question why is misdirection —
You're born among the brutes and lies.

The herds aren’t human — they’re surrender.
They crush the few with rebel light.
Obeying rules? You’ll serve forever —
A slave who chose to flee the fight.

The key to Truth beyond the curtain —
Seek it — or break, or bleed, or fall.
Or go, a lamb, to slaughter certain —
Forget what meat and bones may call.

You’re Purest Spirit, rotting, dying
Inside this corpse you wear like skin.
Few grasp that truth — but still keep trying!
Now GO — and let the war begin!

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You want the key? Then die or find —
No truth awaits a tamed-up mind.
This world is sick. Don’t play its game —
Burn through the dark. Reject all shame!

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Explosive Creation

Pour out your soul — smash fear to pieces!
Then comes the blast — the sacred spark.
Beneath a sword above the dark.

Crush every boil of lying voices,
Those twisted views they stuffed inside.
The climb is up — the soul rejoices,
And pain is training. Let it guide.

Break down the lie — dissect its phases,
Track every motive, every trick.
No point in grazing with the grazers —
Their pen is poison. Don’t get sick.

So walk alone. That path is blinding,
But burns with power, raw and true.
Mistakes will come — but through unwinding,
The layers of the lies undo.

Be judge and teacher to your spirit —
Don't wear the YOKE the herds define.
A true Creator fights — don’t fear it —
While slaves chant slogans in a line.

They won’t be saved. Help only Pureness —
You’ll find some few who still resist.
Though now the filth has reached its sureness,
And hell’s own prince has clenched his fist.

So learn, explode, don’t bow or stumble —
Die free, not crawling in the grime.
Let line and note detonate, rumble —
The Center isn’t ruled by time.

And intuition, like a beacon,
Will show the core — it burns within.
The mind is fake — it's dull, it weakens.
There’s no epicenter in sin!

Explosive art’s the path through fire —
And hell’s already everywhere.
The scum sits high, a shit supplier,
Who floods your ears with foul despair.

Betrayers, trolls, and muck-projectors —
A swarm of whores in every hall.
Deformity has picked its vectors —
And Pure Ones feel the hardest fall.

Heal up your wounds. Run wild — it saves you!
That’s yoga, not their limp pretense.
Those lotus-fools just strike a pose through
Old dust, far off from Dharma's sense.

It’s alchemy — be fused with Spirit,
And it will pull you out of Hell.
Dark minions won’t defeat or smear it —
Create! Explode! Or rot and smell.

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Explode in verse — not beg, not kneel.
Let lies dissolve — create, reveal!
No guru’s fake "divine repose" —
Just bombs of truth — that's how it goes!

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Farewell, Asylum!

Sheep-virus, war — the same old show,
Insanity the newsrooms spread.
The Global Asylum shakes below —
Where TRAITORS rise and Truth is dead.

Each coward clings to skin and cover —
They thrive in droves inside this pit.
What’s not controlled, they soon smother:
The Twilight of the Mind is lit.

“No censorship”? Then go and try
To grow on Googlag’s phantom stage.
Their algos filter, twist, and lie —
They feed the swine, they cage the sage.

Ten million views for trash and vomit,
But poems rot in silent dark.
Still — write with fire, spit like a comet!
Don’t eat their shit — ignite your spark!

The traitors sell us “loyal verses” —
Their patriot-bile always sells.
But truth-tuned voices — faint, submerses
In info-war where silence yells.

Cash rules the game. And guess who’s banking?
The same who set the world on fire.
In Hell, all virtue ends up stanking —
The traitor’s god is false desire.

He who betrayed the Soul, the Honor,
Will fall to Hell again, once more.
The chains will burn — this cage, this horror,
Will soon be ash. Hey, brainless whore,

Who thinks he lives in "better ages" —
Just look around. This is your tomb.
The Reason melts as Madness rages —
Obedient minds prepare for doom.

These sheep are now the weapons wielded
By fascist ghouls who crush and kill.
The storm of lies is dark and shielded —
The “god above” is deathly still.

But Sun has stirred. And Earth has spoken.
The magma rises, cracks the crust.
Let cowards die. Let chains be broken —
Betrayers burn, and that is just.

Sheep-virus, war — repeat the blunder.
The news still howls its cursed creed.
But here’s the truth — in roar, not thunder:
Farewell, Asylum. May you bleed.

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Farewell, Asylum! Let it fall.
You served the liars, choked us all.
But Truth still sparks beneath the grime —
Explode, resist, ignore the slime!

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Underthinking

Underthinking is fatal poison —
Thoughts are scraps, while lies pour in,
Not just simple — but demonic,
Built to serve the Beast within.

“Serve your homeland,” pure pretense.
“Feed the family, bring the bread.”
But in the end, by blind obedience,
You sell your soul to ghouls instead.

They trapped the world in petty clutter,
Stunned your mind since you were small.
Now, as wrecks of filth and stutter,
We’re a slave-born herd — that’s all.

Thought in slaves? It never rises
Through the trash heap of deceit.
So they pass out rules like vices —
March the freaks into the street.

A “normal” slave just sits there chewing
What the beast puts in his head —
Books and shows — the same mind-gluing,
While the truth lies cold and dead.

Propaganda shits forever
Straight into the ears of youth.
“Now he thinks!” they cry — how clever!
And he builds a life on truth...

...That’s full of blind and stupid cattle,
In a world where thought has died.
Want the joy of thought? Don’t battle —
Just eat the rot they serve with pride.

Rot and filth — that’s now “culture,”
Flooding all the slave-born breeds.
In the core: the Skin, the Vulture —
Shield it well, obey its needs.

Bow and serve, believe, keep crawling —
Avoid the whip, avoid the rod.
Don’t “digest great texts,” just swallow
Shit compressed — a gift from God.

It’s a scheme to blind your vision,
Packed and sold like holy bread.
But the few in this derision
Seek a way to live, not dread.

Slaves all hate them — that’s expected.
Truth offends their little hell.
They see flaws — all projected —
Taboo thoughts they dare not tell.

So they grovel to the donkeys
Who make politics a zoo.
But soon the trash will vanish promptly —
The Global Nothingness is due.

Yet the slaves don’t see what’s coming —
Lies are marching them to chains.
Cramped and crushed, all numb and humming —
Led by idiots with brains.

Trained to win the race to slaughter,
Some rush faster into Hell.
Gone — Awareness, Light, and Order…
Now there’s nothing left to tell.

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Underthink — obey the system,
Eat the lies, betray your soul.
March to Hell with eager rhythm —
Slaves don’t see, they play their role.

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Express Train: Prison–Death Camp

Each brick within this hellish station —
A volume full of empty lies.
Few thinkers in this grim plantation —
They want submissive psyches — nice.

The walls are sealed with fake "science",
The gate’s a "faith" with bars of steel.
To numb your pain — rely on silence.
Just believe, and never feel.

Believe the bold propaganda —
The guard dogs bark through every screen.
To live? Then join the gang in slander...
But gangs won’t rage — they just demean.

No, weakness fuels the system’s dealings —
That’s called “business” in this pit.
A protest starts? They’ll crush the feelings —
No wave of truth will rise from it.

Just few in here know this is prison —
The rest think it’s a “city fair.”
Mammon reigns, by mass decision —
The “faithful” mutter empty prayer.

Worship Mammon? Then forget it —
Forget what’s real, forget your name.
Just drown your mind in lies — go spread it!
Oblivion devours the flame.

Oblivion eats all. Dead faces
Wade through swamps of mental sludge.
Where minds are dullest — quiet places —
Where drunken fools still brag and judge.

They sit as well — behind no fences,
But bars infest their broken brains.
The freaks parade in full pretenses —
The "lord" is just a fool with chains.

And here’s bad news: this damned construction
Now turns itself into a camp.
The prison, through its own corruption,
Becomes a hell, cold-blooded, damp.

The louder screams — the faster orders
From idiots now running wild.
In wolves’ dens, goodness crosses borders —
Then dies, dismembered, howling, piled.

Mind and soul? They fade and vanish.
Honor melts beneath the lie.
They lie louder, rough and braggish —
And stupider than pigs gone dry.

But here’s a brighter bit of warning —
This rot will burn — and soon, and hard.
It won’t be fate, it won’t be mourning —
But cataclysm hitting scarred.

This stinking prison’s final coughing
Will spew one last polluted breath.
The FEW will rise — toward truth, toward Something.
The rest? To Hell. Eternal death.

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This prison rots — the camp begins.
The fools obey, the silence wins.
But fire comes — it won’t be slow.
The few will rise — the rest? Below.

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Global Warming

It’s not “so sad and boring” —
It’s vile, repulsive, raw.
Though herds are fat, their mooring
Is sludge. Just eat and gnaw.

Their beastly, dumb obsessions —
Their minds are soaked in brine.
The Judas-processions
March programmed by design.

Like chips inside their faces,
The top-down orders spread.
Lies gas the public places —
They breathe it in. Half-dead.

They’ll buy it all — the killing,
The jab, the war, the scam.
They’ll march in lines, all willing,
Like cows to slaughter-jam.

It’s not just sad — it’s toxic,
With “humans” all around.
Too few remain. The caustic
Decay is deeply bound.

The filth is filthy truly.
The herd — a sewered stream.
For thinkers, life is cruelly
Crushed by the beast regime.

That beast is non-humanity,
And Judas feeds its lust.
It moves its herd mechanically,
While bureaucrats — like tusks —

Like elephants, they trample
And carry out the code.
The herd still cheers the sample —
They call it “freedom road”!

Their “freedom” is illusion —
They die beneath the lie.
To see through this confusion —
Just stop being scared to die.

You’re dead already, brother,
So fear is just a trick.
This Hell will burn — no other
Inheritance is thick.

That burn is close. The chemtrails
Reflect the higher Sun.
They’re not just poison entrails —
That lie’s another one.

It’s not the cows and engines —
It’s solar fire that sears.
But fools feed strange pretensions
When reason disappears.

Disgusting. Vile. It's ending.
They’ll burn it down, at last.
A New World will be bending
Beyond this herd-cast past.

For those not ruled by terror.
For others, born to fly.
Where Spirit shines in error,
And “this world” was the die.

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Disgusting world of cows and chains —
Let solar fire melt their brains.
The New begins where herds are gone —
And Spirit sings: burn on, burn on!

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There Is a Job: To Slay the Fools

The Slaughter of Fools —
An honorable role.
No need for captives,
Just purge the whole.

CowID and war —
The madhouse shakes.
Next comes the Camp
That no one escapes.

A red cross flag —
Deceit on display.
"Just here to help!"
The sheep obey.

They trust each lie,
Forget the past,
Each broken vow
Dissolves so fast.

The sheep-brain's small,
So feed it crap —
Say anything,
But say it flat.

And they’ll consume
The verbal dung —
If said in suits
And polished tongue.

The muck grows near,
As media preach,
With threats and fear
The flock they teach.

The forecast's grim:
This hellish pit
Will burn away —
Too dumb to fix it.

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1.
No cure for fools — just cut them down.
Their faith in lies will fuel the crown.

2.
The red cross lies. The sheep believe.
So burn the barn — and let them grieve.

3.
They kneel for care — and die for trust.
This world deserves its final dust.

4.
To rule the herd, just preach with gloss.
The dumber they are — the lesser the loss.

5.
They march to war with vacant eyes —
Then die for "truth" the system lies.

6.
No need for chains — just feed them news.
They’ll beg for death and call it views.

7.
Red crosses mask a butcher's creed.
The sheep line up — and love to bleed.

8.
Dumb faith in flags, in jab and war —
That's why the world will burn once more.

9.
Fools vote for hell — then ask for grace.
Slaughter’s written on their face.

10.
The camp is built. The gate reads “care.”
They die inside — and call it fair.

11.
They beg for chains, then praise the cage —
No cure for fools but holy rage.

12.
They sniff the lie like dogs in heat —
Then call it truth and lick defeat.

13.
The herd obeys, the masters grin —
Let fire cleanse this world of sin.

14.
You warn the sheep — they bite your hand.
Then die for lies they misunderstand.

15.
They love the whip, they love the cell —
Then vote to make their lives more hell.

16.
The fools kneel down before the flood —
Then choke to death in sacred mud.

17.
Just say it “nice” — they’ll eat the waste.
Then ask for more. They like the taste.

18.
They call it peace, they march to war.
The truth? They’ve sold it long before.

19.
Inject the poison, wear the brand —
Then cheer the butcher’s guiding hand.

20.
They’ll die for lies — and praise the knife.
That’s not a mind. That’s meat with life.

21.
They praised the lie, ignored the cost —
Now burn with pride in all they lost.

22.
Their brains were sold for cheap applause.
Now death just follows herd-made laws.

23.
You warn them once — they laugh and sleep.
Let flames be justice. Burn the sheep.

24.
"For safety!" — bleat the fools in line,
While walking straight into the mine.

25.
Each “hero” was a slave in chains —
Just louder when he lacked a brain.

26.
No need for bullets, blades, or bombs —
Just “news” and apps to steer the dumb.

27.
Obedient minds will always fall —
They click, comply, then lose it all.

28.
They fear the truth, adore the screen —
So rot beneath the Red Machine.

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Fuck-Track

Fuck-track — the road of stupid living,
Brains fucked from birth till final breath.
The answer’s meekness, whining giving,
The motto: “Trust the scum to death.”

The lies of beasts turned into media,
Mad falsehoods spinning world-wide tales.
Lies shoot fools like guns in mania —
Hear all the bastards' demon wails.

Fuck-track starts in kindergartens,
Or “school” dressed up in childish clothes.
That “school” kills all kids’ bright lanterns,
Unteaches thought, breeds slavish oaths.

The mad slave walks a twisted way,
Where every turn is filth and grime.
The media pumps the fear each day —
Deviate? They punish crime.

The final stop — the “Fuck-up pen,”
Where every sheep’s prepared to die.
A new Mengele, “holy” then —
Schwab’s bastard’s cardinal’s lie.

All fake science long ago turned
Into a twisted cult of lies.
They dragged the world down, overturned —
The last age dies — decadence dies.

The shame of pens will burn to ash —
While Sun grows stronger every year.
That filthy fuck-track brings the crash —
And Higher Powers judge severe.

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1.
Fuck-track road, from birth to grave,
Brains all fried — we’re not the brave.

2.
Lies explode like bullets fired,
Sheep march on, forever tired.

3.
School kills thought, breeds slavish drones,
Fuck-track leads to death’s cold bones.

4.
Media pumps the fear and shame —
The sheep obey, the world’s aflame.

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The Multiplying Lie

The lie’s reproduced through ages,
Generation feeds the flame.
The older grow the mirages,
The less they dare to question shame.

The crowd forgets the rot beneath,
Draped as “grace” in false attire.
Three quarters drown in fake bequeath —
Pseudoscience fuels the fire.

It doesn’t give a damn for truths —
It rakes the cash as always done.
It funds the slime, the devil’s proofs,
To drag us down — all hope undone.

The virus is a shining case —
A stinking myth in “proof” displayed.
It shows the core of lying’s race —
Intuition won’t be swayed.

But multiply your critical mind.
Or else you drown in poisoned streams.
The lies of evil grow unkind —
You’ll find your answers in your dreams.

Forget “authority” contrived,
Whose gears are set to feed the dark.
Say No to all they’ve falsely thrived —
And jump the donkey’s foolish arc.

That path leads straight to mind decay —
They need an idiot to play.
Amid their lies and filth’s array,
The fool becomes their foul relay.

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1.
Lies breed lies — a dark cascade,
Question less, be less afraid.

2.
Don’t trust the lies they multiply,
Break free, or with the fools you die.

3.
Fake truths feed the devil’s scheme,
Wake up, escape the rotten dream.

4.
Authority’s a poisoned rod —
Say No, and fight against the fraud.

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The Dark Madness of Pseudoscience

A wasted labor, hour by hour —
To live in worlds where lies command,
Where fear and falsehood hold the power,
To grasp the Spirit — that’s the stand.

The world will fall — disgrace will soar,
In Pure Spirit life will rise.
Not all will cross — the rotten core
Dooms the weak beneath dark skies.

The unbent soul will pass on through,
The rest to cesspools — new hell’s flight.
Dung flies swarm lies, both old and new,
Spreading rot in endless blight.

The filth of this world’s been tested,
In CowID’s grim, toxic air.
Pseudoscience, sham invested,
Spreads darkness thick beyond repair.

It only gets much worse, my friend —
Don’t trust the dark, but fight its grip.
Light lives within — not without end:
Die for this world, then be rebirthed.

Within that Light, all evil’s lies
Are left behind, forgotten, burned.
False science schemes and hatred dies,
The pure mind strong, no longer turned.

The first bold step to Spirit’s Spheres
Is courage rising from the dust.
But minds lie broken, soaked in fears —
The foe rages before the Just.

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1.
Dark lies rule, the world decays,
Pure Spirit’s light will break the haze.

2.
Pseudoscience spreads its blight,
Fight the dark, embrace the light.

3.
The world will burn — but souls will rise,
Beyond the shadows, clear and wise.

4.
Step bold, break chains of lies and fear,
The Spirit’s call is loud and clear.

5.
Lies choke minds — but spirit fights,
Darkness falls before the lights.

6.
Pseudoscience claws and kills,
Pure soul breaks its deadly chills.

7.
Rot will burn — the true will stand,
Light will cleanse this cursed land.

8.
Break the chains, defy the night,
Rise in Spirit — claim the fight.

9.
Darkness rages — truth will roar,
Spirit wins the final war.

10.
Fools obey, but souls are free,
Fight the dark, and dare to be.

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Chemistry and So-Called “Life”

“Man is far from the best creation
That walks the Earth’s wide, endless stage.
If man’s a work of some creation,
He’s likely a flunking student’s page.”
— "Chemistry and Life", issue four, ’18

Chemistry’s not life,
If served on a plate.
Wake up, human —
You’re always in a state!

Pseudoscience rules
Worse than priests’ lies.
To keep fools down,
They craft new disguise.

They turn the dumb
To fresh-made Judas.
“Knowledge” enslaves —
Global fascism’s plus.

CowID showed
Just the first stage:
Reason’s wounded,
Trapped in their cage.

Fake science tricks
With old charades —
Idiots swallow
Death in the shades.

New garbage spewed
On the rise —
The attack of lies —
Is close, the time flies.

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1.
Fake science feeds the poisoned bite,
Fools swallow death without a fight.

2.
CowID’s just the first foul step —
Reason crushed, the lies prep.

3.
Judas knowledge, global scheme,
Turns bright minds into a dream.

4.
Wake up, human — break the spell,
Or drown inside the fake hell.

5.
Science fake, a twisted knife —
They feed the fools their slow death’s life.

6.
CowID lies, the beast’s first bite —
Brains shut down, no end in sight.

7.
Judas “truth” enslaves the mind —
Freedom’s lost, they’re all confined.

8.
Wake or rot in staged decay —
The price of lies we all must pay.

9.
Fake “knowledge” is the fatal trap —
Fools march blind in Death’s cruel lap.

10.
They sell deceit, we buy the shame —
A world consumed in lies and blame.

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Don’t Be Afraid

Don’t bow before the scum —
That’s the last thing done.
Smash the lies of night,
With your soul’s own light.

Save your Soul with art,
Listen close, take heart.
Only one is true —
Hangover’s bitter brew.

If you cling to hope,
Only fools will cope
In hell’s own zoo —
Earth’s cruel menagerie, too.

They turn us all to cattle,
Stumbling fools in battle,
Trusting beasts of lies,
Opening their gates to demise.

Fascism marches near,
The masses lend an ear,
To heretics’ deceit —
Media madness, loud and sweet.

Don’t be afraid,
Even if you stand alone,
Against the many —
You’ll die not a drone.

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1.
Don’t bow to scum — resist the night,
Stand alone, defend the light.

2.
They turn us cattle, blind and cold,
Be not sheep, be brave, be bold.

3.
Fascist lies spread like disease —

4.
Alone or not, stand tall, be free —
Better dead than lost in misery.

5.
Bow to scum? Better to die.
Truth burns bright against their lie.

6.
Cattle led to slaughter’s gate —
Fight or perish — choose your fate.

7.
Fascist poison floods the mind —
Break the chains, leave slaves behind.

8.
Stand alone, unbent, unbowed —
Silent masses are the crowd.

9.
Fear no scum, fear no night —
Soul alive, prepared to fight.

10.
Better dead than dumb and blind —
Fight the herd that’s lost its mind.

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The Climax of Satire

Step boldly into grotesque, burlesque,
Don’t ever lose your humor black.
Satire’s sharpest, darkest sex —
For chosen minds, not dull and slack.

Smash all the madness everywhere,
Sarcasm’s blade cuts best and deep.
Dive into grotesque, mock and tear,
Drive sticky falsehoods far from sleep.

Culture’s mask — just filth to dump,
A cesspit’s place, no grace or art.
Strike words, the silence between lumps,
Use gestures too — tear lies apart.

In public, march ahead, be bold!
Like stoker blackened by the coal.
Forget the mob — their shallow scold,
Expect no favor, pay the toll.

War, CowID — the bottom’s cracked,
All means are now allowed, no rules.
Smear worldwide shit — call it “cake,”
A curd dessert for clueless fools.

Twist, torment words however you will —
It’s never enough to paint the fall.
The people’s like lice, and still
Decay is total, rotten, all.

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1.
Grotesque, burlesque — cut through the slime,
Call shit “cake” — it’s the fall of our time.

2.
Madness rules, and lies run deep,
Satire’s the sword — no time for sleep.

3.
CowID’s war broke every rule,
The world decays — the fools play cruel.

4.
Mock the filth, expose the fraud,
Decay devours — applause is odd.

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Misanthrope and Philanthropist

A misanthrope’s no philanthropist —
He cuts the raw, harsh truth so deep.
That truth will drive you to the mist,
While “goodness” digs a shallow keep.

They help not those who truly earn —
Only talent merits pay.
Yet talents, fate will often spurn,
And take the harshest blows each day.

The misanthrope is almost gifted —
Truth bitter, dark, and filled with fear.
The philanthropist, so twisted,
Stirs the sludge that’s crawling near.

He feeds the rot, the stale decay —
Strengthening the ego’s grip;
But talent braves the stormy spray,
Sailing seas with steady ship.

The misanthrope sees graves ahead —
Death of spirit all around.
The philanthropist just hoards his bread —
Doesn’t mind the world unbound.

Misanthrope and philanthropist,
Soon, like all, will fade away:
To Earth we’re but a hunch to list —
And all that hump will be erased one day.

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1.
Misanthrope cuts truth so raw,
Philanthropists just feed the flaw.

2.
Talent’s bruised, but ego’s fed,
While fools sleep safe in lies’ bed.

3.
Spirit dies where greed will reign,
Truth’s sharp edge brings bitter pain.

4.
Both will fall — their time is done,
Earth will wipe the crooked scum.

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Squeezing the Slave Out of Yourself

Wimps, fools, and childish toys—
Cheburashka, Pinocchio, Pooh:
They send the first-grader, lost in noise,
To school—the Devil’s crew.

Fairy tales and myths—a breath,
In total lies we drown.
Learn that lie, obey the death,
Dreaming nonsense all around.

Not of light, but of the dark—
The first step toward the slave.
With grades they brand you—leave your mark,
Then march straight to the grave.

In “adult” life, submission’s law,
Naivety leads down
To utter Hell and mind’s decay—
The world ruled by the clown.

Cheburashka, Pooh won’t save,
Nor childish tricks or games:
Rot clings deep beyond the grave
If you join the ranks of shames.

Only through Creation’s fire
Can you smash this vile blight,
Destroy the slave, lift yourself higher—
And live in blazing light.

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1.
Sent to school, a slave is made,
In lies and myths, your soul betrayed.

2.
Fairy tales breed chains and pain,
Only art can break the chain.

3.
Slave or free — the choice is clear:
Create, destroy the grip of fear.

4.
Fools obey, but you must fight,
Shatter darkness with your light.

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Snouts and Pills

A bitter pill each passing day,
Can I breathe free? No, not today—
Life’s weariness, a toxic brew,
The poison only grows anew.

No need for guns, the lies will kill,
They poison all — the world stands still.
The lies now rule, the game’s a trap,
Free cheese replaced by poison’s wrap.

In every mousetrap, toxin hides,
Those pills the nasty bastard guides!
Bitter pills, better cyanide,
When pockets empty, shame’s inside.

Slave protests in fearful chains,
A world of slaves that love their pains.
People dough, lies garnish spread,
Kneaded, baked — the fools are fed.

The ovens glow, the mind’s gone cold,
The spring of reason’s lost and sold.
Autumn came — no leaves fall down,
Fools stone the wise, the scum will clown.

The bastard laughs, the feast begins,
The whole world’s cake in poisoned tins.
If that fiend chokes — there’s still a chance,
To fight the Hell, to break the dance.

Together gather honor’s dust,
Small victories revive our trust.
Conscience calls, though few remain,
Wisdom scarce in this domain.

Not all are villains, fools, or pests,
Not only scum can stand the tests.
It’s not by numbers that we win,
But intellect fights deep within.

Idiots march in armies blind,
Traitors command the ranks unkind.
No reason fear the fools’ embrace,
Better die than lose the race.

Often death’s a sudden door,
Lies finish off the weak and poor.
Soon all will fall in final grim,
But chaos turns the fate’s dim whim.

The monstrous world will boil and seethe,
Fascism’s grip will lose its teeth.
All traitors, fools who sold their soul,
Will perish, lost to shame’s dark hole.

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1.
Bitter pills and lies that kill,
Fight the scum — it’s do or will.

2.
Fools march blind, traitors command,
Stand your ground, defend the land.

3.
Death’s the door to freedom’s light,
Fight the darkness, claim the right.

4.
World will boil, fascists fall,
Honor lives — outlast them all.

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To the False Scientist

You peer through lenses,
Your microscope’s gaze—
You’ll find but filth,
Then shove it away.

With zeal you torment
The dull, the blind.
Their minds you torment,
Poisoned, confined.

Pour more venom
In every brew.
The fools are grateful:
You’re idol, not few.

To fools you preach,
Deception’s the game.
Make them chew more,
Turn them to shame.

That’s your direction,
The beast gave the nod.
You lead us all blind,
A traitorous fraud.

We live in the Spirit—
It reigns supreme.
But you, vile bastard,
Worship your scheme.

You build this rotten world
With free cheese lies.
The scum orders you,
You feed their disguise.

To banish the Spirit
Is Darkness’ goal.
In your false doctrines
It’s cast from the whole.

We swallow your nonsense—
Mechanized doom.
Destroying ourselves,
Fascism’s womb.

Rot is the fruit
Of your twisted creed.
The goat has become god,
Darkness its seed.

At Baphomet’s side,
You proudly stand,
A deranged fool,
In darkness’ hand.

The soul seeks only light,
Yet you deny—
In your cold theories,
The rot does lie.

Your theories all serve
Phantasmagoria’s art,
A poison that kills
The pure human heart.

We are beings of light,
Our bodies decay.
Will you ever grasp
The chains you portray?

Delusions you’ve raised
To thrones of control.
A foolish blind donkey,
Lost in your role.

You false scientist,
Madness defined.
Your brain smoked and charred,
Half demon entwined.

CowID’s example
Has laid bare the lie—
Your falsehoods spread sickness—
Only the start to die.

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1.
False scientist, fool and fiend,
Your lies corrupt what should be seen.

2.
You poison minds, betray the soul,
Your twisted lies take their toll.

3.
Spirit fights your dark deceit,
Your falsehood’s doom is sure defeat.

4.
CowID showed your mask’s crack —
Truth will rise, and liars crack.

5.
False scientist, liar, pest—
Truth will crush your filthy nest!

6.
Poisoner of souls, beware!
Spirit burns your falsehoods bare!

7.
CowID broke your lies—
Now the Devil dies!

8.
Fool and fiend, your end is near—
Light will burn your darkened fear!

9.
Liar, fiend — your time is done!
Truth and Spirit will outrun.

10.
Falsehood burns — you’ll choke in flame.
Light will crush your cursed name!

11.
CowID’s wrath unleashed—
Your dark reign deceased!

12.
Fool, beware, your lies betray—
Justice comes to burn away!

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Reflection of the World’s Decay in Verse

No harder task exists to take —
To mirror through a poem’s art
The rot and wild, insane mistake
That tears the world and breaks the heart.

To capture madness, putrid blight,
In rhymes and rhythm, all laid bare —
A heavy task, no small delight,
To strip illusion, strip despair.

You must first think, invest your time,
Dissect how vile beasts command
The fools to serve the dark sublime,
Call “kindness” lies that choke the land.

You sacrifice your very self,
Endure the strain, be ruthless too,
Till rhythm, rhyme align in wealth —
The verse, the soul’s own stubborn glue.

If passion fuels the rhyme and thought,
No coward dares the climb so steep,
No lazy mind can grasp the plot,
No shallow soul can dig so deep.

Reflection of this complex theme
Through verse is all that matters most.
Though muse may fail, though few may dream,
This gift will guide the chosen hosts.

To understand the dark abyss,
And start the path towards the Light,
For evil’s grasp will not persist,
This horror fades before the fight.

The spirit’s essence lives in those
Few souls where mind and spirit meet.
If in their hearts the courage grows,
Their intellect won’t face defeat.

Spirit leads, and mind obeys —
This is the norm the poet sings.
If verse returns us to the ways
Of truth, then worth the poet brings.

The “wicked poet” in this mad
And broken world becomes a guide,
A healer, whose sharp words make glad
The power to pierce falsehood’s tide.

With brutal style, with piercing facts,
He shreds illusions, madness, sleep.
Yet soon we’ll leave these broken tracks
And into Spirit’s world will leap.

Those who have grasped this hellish place
And kept their soul beyond the lies,
Will rise beyond the lies’ disgrace —
While trusting media dies.

To shatter lies, the poet’s aim,
If reason grants the strength to do.
Sharp verse alone is not the game —
You need a mind both sharp and true.

For minds are often turned to sieve,
To carry water through the holes —
A cruel habit beasts conceive,
To feed the sickness in our souls.

The circus on this wire runs,
The agony of evil’s end.
If in you fades the soul’s bright suns,
You are a fool who won’t defend.

Rebellion, stubbornness — the rule
Of fiery verse that won’t relent.
The stench of rot can’t teach the fool,
If lessons miss their true intent.

Complex themes demand their place,
Reflected one by one in rhyme.
Though joy is scarce in this dark race,
You fight to cleanse the scum of time.

No other roads remain to take —
The sickness deeply rooted grows.
Say no to madness, lies that fake —
From global lies’ sharp needle, rose!

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Stormy Weather

No "happiness" will ever be,
For wretched slaves like you and me.
There’s only storms when mind grows weak,
No light of hope, no peak to seek.

Rebuild yourself from deep within,
The key — the Spirit’s fire to win.
With Spirit’s strength you’ll fight and stand,
Against this hell, a cursed land.

This hell drives souls toward their death,
It steals the breath of every breath.
A worthy soul becomes a pest,
If hope and faith are dispossessed.

Believe in nothing, trust yourself,
This is the gate to life’s last shelf.
So many lies line up the path,
Each step brings cuts that bleed and chaff.

Your soul is wounded, torn and torn —
Heal now, or be forever worn.
Don’t chase the teachings far and wide,
But cast dark shadows from your mind.

Your mind, a sewer full of waste,
Where battles rage, no time to waste.
The stench won’t vanish if you stall —
Drive out the foulness, cleanse it all!

Or else that hell will take its throne,
Your mind a prison all alone.
Within you lies both strength and light,
Clear out the lies, embrace the fight.

They sprout like weeds inside your head —
The seeds of lies long planted, spread.
Sharpen your mind, a double-edged sword,
Cut lies to flames, don’t cut a chord.

Create with love, pour heart and soul,
The fruits will make your spirit whole.
You are your judge, yourself your prize,
Joy will return beneath dark skies.

Avoid the flock of dumbed-down sheep,
Their stench will poison — run, don’t keep.
Turn focus from the herd’s dull throng,
To knowledge deep, where minds grow strong.

Concentrate on worlds apart,
The Spirit’s realms, the flight of heart.
Discard the crutches, rotten, lame —
This hell is built on falsehood’s name.

Throw down these idols made of lies,
Cleanse Spirit’s flame before it dies.
Listen to the Lyre’s pure sound,
If it’s too sharp — you’ve truly found

The flashes of those other spheres,
Through poetry that pierces fears.
Much more could be said — but for today,
The Lyre will guide the truthful way.

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The Defect of Mass-Produced Mind

Language, logic — all defective,
Fail to catch what’s truly fine:
Only churned-out mass-produced intellect,
Killing thought in line by line.

Easy falls who blindly trust
The scribbles born in voids of sleep,
But trust your gut — walk on, you must —
To Spirit’s realm where truths run deep.

There words fall silent, logic’s gone,
A broken tool in dust and ash.
Else you remain a buzzing drone —
This world’s but dust, a dying flash.

Crawling there are twisted souls,
Who’ve lost the very roots of all.
No joy is found, just endless tolls —
You’re like a squirrel in its crawl.

Rise up! You’re Spirit’s living spark,
Not some cheap pawn or foolish pawn.
Cast off the nonsense, cast the dark —
The time has come; the veil is drawn.

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Dog’s Duty

Serve always, serve everywhere —
Like a dog chained to a sadist’s lair.
Hold the sheep tight, keep them confined,
Drive them to slaughter, fools aligned.

Feed your kin with sheep’s dry bone,
Won’t stick to throat, you serve alone.
Gather fear, dull rage, and spite —
To be the bulldog sharp to fight.

Don’t think — your master thinks instead,
Feeds the sheep their daily dread.
More bones for those who long ago
Chose this dirty servant’s show.

Serve on, though madness takes its toll —
The ranks of dogs now lose control.
They drown it all in endless lies,
Sheep’s blood flows — no questions rise...

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So-Called "History"

A tale of fools, of fear and meek submission,
Of traitors, greed, and deep forgetfulness —
Corruption’s haze, the cunning’s dark ambition,
Endless deceit and lies, excessive stress.

Marked by Shame is every soul that’s born,
A shameful "life," a death in vain foretold:
Trapped in Hell’s slaughter, flesh and spirit torn,
Freedom’s just myth — a slave’s dark world of old.

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So-Called "History"

A story of dumb fear, slavish submission,
Of traitors, greed, and deep damnation’s grip,
Rot spreading fast — pure evil’s own commission,
Bastard lies piled high — a devil’s whip.

Every soul born here is marked by disgrace —
A wasted life, a death that’s just a kill.
Hell’s butcher shop, this cursed, rotten place —
Freedom’s a joke, a chain, the Devil’s will.

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War

War’s declared to all of us:
The mindless slave calls this "life"...
If Satan rules the world’s dark fuss,
What life’s left? Wake up from strife.

Awake from Darkness’ choking grip,
Few here still see, not blind, not dead.
The world’s drowned deep in rotten shit —
No world, but stench inside a tomb instead.

And hordes of zombies roam that crypt,
Soon to be devoured whole.
Freedom here? For fools equipped —
Freedom to believe lies’ toll... This is Hell.

In Hell, there’s war — ‘mid fiends and freaks,
Half-men and zombies roam the pit.
You’re always trapped ‘mongst broken creaks,
Few ideas break those chains that hit.

They’re weak and scarce, those sparks of light.
Seek yours — don’t sleep, but think and fight.
How to win this war with Evil’s might —
Your mind must sharpen, steel your sight.

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War

War’s declared — no room for fools,
Mindless slaves call this “life” — a joke.
When Satan claws and breaks the rules,
Wake the hell up, choke on your smoke.

Wake from the fog, the poison’s thick,
Few still see through this cursed lie.
The world’s drowned deep in rotting shit —
Not life, but death’s stinking graveyard nigh.

Zombies roam that putrid crypt,
Feeding soon on every soul.
Freedom here? A savage script —
Freedom to choke on lies’ black hole.

In Hell’s pit, war rages on —
Demons, half-men, the damned, the lost.
Trapped forever, broken, gone,
Ideas weak — freedom’s the cost.

Weak and scarce are sparks that fight,
Hunt your fire through endless night.
Don’t sleep — sharpen your iron will,
To slay the Evil, bend or kill.

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Marching to the Camp beneath the White Flag with the Red Cross

Scum on the move —
They build the whole world.
Is it for profit? —
Fool, you’re just curled,

If you believed
Evil’s bright labels.
The F;hrer assured
Fools, “Here’s your tables:

All ‘goodness’ —
Filling the air.
If it’s ‘honesty’ —
Hell’s shit laid bare.

Marching in lines
To the camp’s gate.
On white flags there’s
A sign that says “Wait!”,

A red cross drawn
To seal the lie.
Not a joke —
Beasts trust and comply.

CowID was the start,
Then the war’s spread.
All under the banner
Of “Protect the dead”.

They’ll say: “This crap?
Honey so sweet!”
Say it a thousand times —
Fools line up in the street.

Believing the lies,
They march in a row.
Lies triple in size —
Fast to the show.

And there, in the distance,
The camp appears.
One step remains —
RUN! Shift your gears!

Salvation’s found
Only in the Spirit.
Destruction awaits
The fool who won’t hear it.

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March to the Camp Beneath the White Flag, Red Cross Bleeding

Scum’s on the march —
They’re building their hell.
Profit or power?
You’re dumb as a shell,

If you swallowed
Their evil lies.
The F;hrer’s orders —
Feed fools to die.

All that “goodness” —
Bullshit and slime.
If you’re honest?
You’re fucked for all time.

In line, in chains —
To the camp’s dark maw.
White flag waving —
Say “Believe!” and fall.

Red cross bleeding —
Seal of the beast.
This is no joke —
The cattle feast.

CowID was just
The opening shot.
War dressed in lies,
Filth in a plot.

They’ll call this shit
Sweet honey to sip.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools fall in line, trip.

Marching to death,
Blind, dumb, and slow.
Lies triple fast —
Straight to the noose’s throw.

Camp looms ahead,
One step, then doom.
RUN like hell —
Or rot in the tomb.

Spirit’s the weapon
The sharp will find.
Fools will be crushed —
By chains of the mind.

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March to the Camp — White Flag, Red Cross, Blood and Shame

Filth on the rampage —
Building the world’s grave.
Greed’s the god here,
You’re just a dumb slave,

If you swallow
Their venomous lies.
F;hrer’s commands —
Feed fools to demise.

All that "goodness"?
Rot and decay.
Honesty means
You’re done for today.

In line, locked down —
To the death camp they herd.
White flag flies high —
"Believe!" every word.

Red cross smeared deep —
Seal of the damned.
This ain’t no game —
Just beasts in command.

CowID kicked off
The slaughter and war.
Masked as defense —
But it’s human gore.

They’ll call the shit
Sweet honey and cream.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools drown in the scheme.

March dumb and blind,
Step by step to the pit.
Lies multiplying fast —
You’re caught in the grit.

Camp on the horizon —
One step left to fall.
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE —
Or rot behind walls.

Spirit’s the sword
Only sharp ones will wield.
Fools chained in their minds —
To darkness they yield.

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March to the Camp — White Flag, Red Cross, Blood and Filth

Scum’s on the rampage —
They build your deathbed.
Greed rules the game —
You’re a dumb fuck, led

Blind to the poison
They shove down your throat.
F;hrer’s cruel orders —
Feed fools to rot.

All that fake "goodness"?
A pile of shit.
Truth means death here —
You’re already hit.

In line, like cattle —
To hell’s slaughterhouse.
White flag waving lies —
"Believe!" they espouse.

Red cross painted thick —
Seal of the damned.
This is no joke —
Just beasts in command.

CowID kicked it off —
War’s grim start.
Wrapped in “protection” —
But ripping hearts apart.

They call this shit
Sweet nectar and cream.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools drown in their dream.

March dumb and blind,
Step by step to your grave.
Lies triple fast —
You’re trapped in the slave.

Camp looms ahead —
One step to fall.
RUN, you fucker —
Or rot in that stall.

Spirit’s the weapon —
Only sharp minds survive.
Fools chained in bullshit —
Condemned to not thrive.

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March to the Camp — White Flag, Red Cross, Blood and Shit

Fucking scum’s on fire —
Building your goddamn grave.
Greed’s the filthy driver —
You’re dumb as shit, a slave.

Blind idiot swallowing
Poison shoved down your throat.
F;hrer’s orders scream —
“Feed the bastards to rot!”

All that fake “goodness”?
Bullshit piled high.
Truth’s a loaded gun —
Ready to make you die.

Line up, cattle, line up —
To hell’s fucking camp.
White flag waving lies,
“Believe!” the sick chant.

Red cross painted thick —
Seal of the damned disgrace.
No joke, you dumb fucks,
Beasts running this place.

CowID kicked off this shit —
War’s first brutal punch.
Wrapped in “protection” lies,
It’ll fuck your life to crunch.

They call this filth
Honey and cream.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools choke on the dream.

March blind, march dumb,
Straight to the slaughter.
Lies triple fast —
You’re just another fodder.

Camp’s there, just ahead —
One step to your fall.
Run, you bastard, run!
Or rot in that stall.

Spirit’s your weapon —
Only the sharp survive.
Fools chained in bullshit —
Doomed never to thrive.

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About the Ultra-Complex...

Reasoning and posing,
Self-love and prideful show,
Fear, deceit, and cunning—
That’s the set, nearly whole.

There’s something OTHER.
Lose it, and you’re dust.
Hold on to your fragment of Light,
Suppress all lies and rust.

Books won’t help you here—
Go inside, seek there alone.
Chains of Evil bind us tight,
This world’s a madhouse zone.

From childhood poisoned, reason’s frail.
Only Heart can truly feel.
Self-flagellation won’t prevail,
Won’t save the hollow’s seal.

Fill the void with shining Light—
That’s the task, few succeed.
Without that spark, you’re nothing,
A ghost without a creed.

Restore your Reason too—
To truly make and build.
Decay is everywhere—
Without creation, killed.

For boredom kills the quickest,
Your path ends all too soon.
Far better to rise with Light—
Create beneath the moon.

Light without creation dies—
Entropy will take its toll.
Mind without its art decays,
Crushing self, eroding soul.

It’s hard to grasp—“Think” with Heart,
Return then to the common mind.
A door swings open to the Spirit—
Away from thoughts that bind.

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On the Ultra-Complex…

Reason’s just posturing,
A hollow, vain parade,
Self-love’s cruel caricature,
Fear’s mask and false charade.

There lies a realm beyond—
Lose that, and all is dust.
Cling tight to shards of Light,
Crush lies and choking rust.

No book can grant this wisdom—
Dive deep within your core.
The chains of Evil grip,
This world’s a maddened war.

Since childhood reason’s poisoned,
A fog that blinds the sight.
Only Heart can pierce the veil,
Self-torment brings no light.

Fill the void with purest flame—
Few reach this sacred height.
Without that blaze you’re empty,
A shadow lost to night.

Restore the shattered mind—
To craft, to build, to thrive.
Decay consumes all else—
Without creation, die.

Boredom drags the soul to dust,
Your path will close too soon.
Far better to ignite the fire—
Create beneath the moon.

Light without creation fades—
Entropy devours all.
Mind trapped in petty chains,
Self-ruin is its thrall.

It’s hard—think with Heart, not mind,
Then bring your reason back.
A portal opens wide to Spirit—
From crushing, heavy black.

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On the Ultra-Complex…

Reason plays its hollow game,
A mask of pride and shallow claims,
Self-love’s echo, fear’s disguise,
Deceit within a sea of lies.

Yet there exists a realm beyond—
Lose this truth, and all is gone to dust.
Preserve the fragment of pure Light,
Suppress all fear, betray mistrust.

No book contains the sacred path—
Within your soul you must descend,
For chains of darkness bind this world,
A chaos where illusions blend.

Since childhood, poison clouds the mind,
A veil that blinds the searching eye.
Only through the heart’s deep gaze
Can emptiness be cast aside.

To fill the void with radiant flame—
A task few souls have dared embrace.
Without this light, you fade to naught,
A hollow shell lost in space.

Renew the shattered mind anew,
Creation’s spark must yet arise.
Decay and ruin reign around,
Without the art that truth supplies.

For boredom drags the soul to death,
Your journey ends before its time.
Far better to ignite the fire,
And through creation’s dance, sublime.

Light without the act to build
Is fleeting — entropy’s cold grip.
A mind entrapped in petty chains,
Self-tormented on a sinking ship.

This path is steep — think with your heart,
Then wield your reason like a key.
A portal opens to the Spirit,
Beyond the weight of misery.

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On the Ultra-Complex...

Reason’s echo, hollow and profane,
A veil of pride, the self's cruel game,
Fear’s shadow cast on fleeting dreams,
Deceit that flows through all extremes.

Yet there exists a realm beyond the veil—
Lose this spark, and all returns to dust.
Preserve the ember of the Light,
Suppress the falsehood, quell the rust.

No tome can hold the secret way—
Within the soul, the journey starts.
For chains of darkness bind this plane,
And madness dwells in fractured hearts.

From birth, the world distorts the mind,
A poison deep that clouds the gaze.
Only the heart, pure and awake,
Can pierce the void and break the haze.

To fill the void with sacred flame—
A quest that few have dared to face.
Without this light, the self dissolves,
A ghost adrift in endless space.

Renew the shattered vessel, mind—
Restore the temple of the soul.
Creation breathes through sacred fire,
Without it, chaos swallows whole.

Decay and rot corrupt the sphere,
Yet art and will defy the fall.
For boredom kills the spirit’s spark,
And ends the dance before the call.

Light without the act of birth
Is fleeting — entropy’s cold snare.
The mind entangled in its snares,
Self-tormented in despair.

The path is steep—think with your heart,
Then let your reason guide the way.
A portal opens to the Spirit—
Beyond the weight where shadows sway.

Therein lies the cosmic pulse,
The dance of energy and soul.
From depths of darkness, sparks arise,
The boundless One made whole.

So journey deep, embrace the dark,
Transcend the veil of time and space.
Within the silence, truth ignites—
The infinite’s eternal face.

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On the Ultra-Complex...

In hollow echoes reason fades,
Veils of self and pride cascade.
Fear and masks entwined in dance,
Deceit's dark web, a shadowed trance.

Yet far beyond this mortal guise,
A hidden realm within us lies.
Lose but one spark of sacred Light—
And all dissolves to endless night.

Preserve the flicker deep inside,
Where truth and silence coincide.
No book can chart this inward flight,
The soul’s own path beyond the night.

Chains of shadow bind the mind,
In labyrinths of space and time.
The world, a poison whispered low,
Distorts the gaze, conceals the glow.

Only Heart’s pure flame can burn,
The void within to overturn.
To fill the emptiness with fire,
Is every seeker’s soul’s desire.

Few dare to tread this sacred path,
Where spirit battles darkest wrath.
Without this flame, the self decays,
A drifting mist through shadowed maze.

Restore the temple, cracked and torn,
Rebirth the Mind, the Soul reborn.
Creation’s breath ignites the core,
Without it, all is naught and more.

Decay surrounds the outer veil,
Yet from within the sparks prevail.
The Spirit’s song, the Artist’s hand,
Reclaims the light, reclaims the land.

Boredom’s grip is death’s cold chain,
Without creation, all is vain.
Light unbirthed will fade and fall,
Entropy consumes us all.

Think with heart, then reason’s grace,
The threshold opens to the place—
Where Spirit’s essence dances free,
Beyond the veil of mystery.

There pulses deep the cosmic flow,
Where energy and spirit glow.
From darkness born, the spark divine,
The boundless Source, the sacred sign.

Journey deep, embrace the night,
Transcend the limits of the sight.
In silence vast, the truth unfolds—
Infinity’s eternal hold.

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On the Ultra-Complex...

Reason’s smoke dissolves to ash,
Pride and self—a brittle mask.
Fear and falsehood weave their snares,
Binding souls in dark despairs.

Yet deep within the shadowed night,
Burns the sacred flame of Light.
Lose that spark—eternal doom,
A soul consigned to endless gloom.

Guard the ember, keep it bright,
The living core of Spirit’s might.
No script, no tome can chart this fire,
It dances in the deep desire.

Chains of shadow choke the mind,
In twisted webs of space and time.
The world’s foul poison clouds the air,
But in your chest burns fire rare.

This fire—esoteric, pure—
The alchemist’s own sacred cure.
It melts the veil, dissolves the lies,
And wakes the flame that never dies.

To fill the void with burning grace,
To cleanse the soul, to quicken pace—
Few dare to kindle, few sustain
The sacred fire that burns the chain.

Renew the shattered inner shrine,
Let Mind and Spirit intertwine.
Creation’s spark ignites the soul,
And rends decay from every hole.

Entropy may gnaw and tear,
But from within—fiery flare!
The Spirit’s forge, the Artist’s flame,
Transforms the dross, reclaims the name.

Without this blaze, all life grows cold,
A hollow shell, a tale retold.
Light unkindled wastes away,
Consumed by night, devoured by clay.

Think with heart, then reason’s spark,
Open wide the ancient arc—
Where Spirit’s Fire, fierce and wild,
Burns eternal, undefiled.

In that flame, the cosmos sings,
The dance of endless, sacred things.
From darkest ash, the Phoenix flies—
The boundless truth beyond all lies.

Dive into the fire’s deep breath,
Transmute your soul, embrace the death—
For from the flame rebirth will rise,
And light will blaze across the skies.

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Healing of the Mind

Few in this mad world remain
Free from madness’ subtle chain.
Look inside — you’ll find the haze,
Childhood’s fog that blinds your gaze.

School and media pour their lies,
A flood beneath which wisdom dies.
Deep inside, the mind’s drowned low —
In this “smart” world’s sewer flow.

The roots of madness dig in deep,
Healing’s scarce, and knowledge cheap.
Running, swimming, might assist,
But critical thought tops the list.

Intuition plays its part —
Tear apart false life’s cold heart.
From the herd, break free and stray —
Madness reigns where crowds obey.

Wasting time there’s suicidal,
Most are fools, delusions tidal.
Creativity’s the key:
Mind and Spirit balance free.

When forces in harmony blend,
Powerless weakness finds its end.
That’s why talents crushed from youth,
Where fascist lies suppress the truth.

Weaklings herd and madness grows,
Feeding lies that darkness sows.
Sheep to slaughter led in lines,
Faith in monsters’ cruel designs.

Healing mind amid the muck
Called “the world” — is vital luck.
Mind betrays if it forgets
Spirit’s reign — and deeper nets

Of lies open wide the door,
Becoming dungfly at the core.
Intuition cuts like shears,
Slicing lies that feed our fears.

Mind beneath the Spirit’s sway,
Other things will fade away.
From this fusion, strong and bright,
You arise — pursue the light!

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Healing of the Mind

In this mad world, so few remain
Untouched by chaos, free of pain.
Peer deep within — behold the veil,
A child’s madness, ancient tale.

From cradle to the shifting screen,
False streams of lies seep, unseen.
Beneath the surface, dark and deep,
The mind sinks where the shadows creep.

The roots of madness twist and bind,
Healing scarce, and wisdom blind.
The body’s motion may revive,
Yet only thought keeps truth alive.

But intuition — sacred blade —
Cuts through the lies that darkness made.
Break from the herd, release the spell,
From twisted chains of shadowed hell.

To waste your strength where fools abide
Is to let your spirit slide.
Creativity, the sacred key,
Unlocks the Mind-Spirit harmony.

When Spirit’s flame with Reason blends,
The weak dissolves — the false world ends.
That’s why the gifted, crushed in youth,
Are crushed beneath fascist truth.

The weak succumb, the mad believe
The monsters they were taught to heed.
Like lambs they march to slaughter’s drum,
Where freedom’s ghost is left undone.

Healing Mind in realms profane,
Amid the filth the world calls “fame,”
Is sacred task, a battle won,
When Mind recalls Spirit’s sun.

Open wide the gates of lies,
Or rot as dung beneath the skies.
Intuition shears the night,
Exposing falsehood’s blackened blight.

Mind beneath the Spirit’s reign,
All else fades, returns again.
From that union, fierce and bright,
You arise — embrace the light.

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Riders of the Apocalypse, or War Propagandists

A pile of shit, the media throws
Across the fields where warfare grows.
Those bastards on the frontlines stand —
Propaganda’s bloody hand.

The war’s true goal: to kill the Mind,
Blitzkrieg struck, then CowID’s grind.
No famine yet — can’t starve the soul —
The Spirit fights to stay whole.

Soullessness spreads wide and fast,
Yet “sparks of God” still hold fast.
They ignite fierce rebel fires,
Build resistance, raise their spires.

Media — the chiefest foe,
Words hit harder than a blow
From mortars, tanks, and bombs that scream,
Sharper wounds than war’s extreme.

A clot that triggers cerebral strikes —
Global madness in the likes.
Satanism’s a cult grown dark,
Veiled in shadows, leaving marks.

But now the truth’s revealed more clear —
War propagandists steer
Their lies with skill, no place to hide,
Tons of venom thrown worldwide.

Is this world Hell, or forged by hands?
Soon all will see where evil stands...

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Riders of the Apocalypse, or War Propaganda Clowns

A stinking heap the media piles
Across the battlefields and miles.
Those filthy rats, so “valuable,”
At war they play their game so “stable.”

The war’s great goal? Kill every Mind.
Blitzkrieg was fast, but CowID’s grind
Keeps dragging on — no hunger yet,
The Spirit fights, but ain’t out of debt.

Soulless mobs spread far and wide,
But “God’s sparks” still refuse to hide.
They light the fires of resistance,
While media spreads false assistance.

Words cut deeper than a shell,
A sharper, nastier kind of hell.
Their poison drills into the brain,
A clot that brings the world insane.

Insanity’s the global brand,
Satanism — a cult so grand,
Hidden just beneath the skin,
Where lies and darkness thickly spin.

But truth’s slipping through the cracks,
War clowns lose their mighty acts.
Tons of lies dumped on the stage,
This world’s a pit, a fake-made cage.

Hell or Earth? The line is thin,
And soon the show will wear too thin...

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Riders of the Apocalypse, or The War Propaganda Clowns

A stinking mountain, newsmedia’s gift—
Dumped on war’s fields, a steaming drift.
Those rat bastards, oh so “vital,”
In chaos thrive, professional title.

The grand design? Kill every brain.
Blitzkrieg? Nah — CowID’s insane
Slow grind drags on, no famine yet,
The Spirit’s stabbed, but ain’t done yet.

Soulless drones swarm, all brain-dead,
Yet “divine sparks” refuse to shed.
They kindle fires of pure defiance,
While MSM feeds its own compliance.

Words hit harder than any shell—
A nastier, more venomous hell.
They drill your mind, spread thickest slime,
A clot that chokes the world’s last prime.

Madness reigns — the global brand,
Satan’s cult in shadowland.
Masked just beneath the surface,
Lies weave webs of dark malice.

But cracks appear — truth claws and bites,
War clowns falter in their fights.
Tons of lies dumped without shame,
A world forged in a flaming game.

Earth or Hell? The border blurs—
Soon enough, the bubble stirs...

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Riders of the Apocalypse, or The War Propaganda Clowns

A steaming pile—the media’s art,
Poured across warfields, a toxic chart.
Those slimy fiends, indispensable,
Masters of lies, ever commendable.

The goal: kill thought, exterminate mind,
Blitzkrieg’s old news—CowID’s grind.
No quick famine, slow death’s decree,
The Spirit fights, but soon will flee.

Soulless hordes, all brainwashed drones,
Yet “divine sparks” still dare to moan.
They flare rebellion, light the dark,
While media’s poison leaves its mark.

Words hit sharper than any bomb,
More ruthless, cruel—pure mind-dom.
They clog your brain with toxic sludge,
A clot of lies—world’s last judge.

Madness now, the global creed,
Satan’s cult disguised in greed.
Hidden in shadows, they weave their plot,
Spreading venom, corruption’s knot.

But truth emerges, claws and bites,
War clowns stumble in their fights.
Mountains of lies dumped without shame,
Crafting a world aflame.

Is this Earth, or Hell’s grim snare?
Soon enough, the veil tears.

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Algorithms of Evil

Few are the tasks these codes can solve,
Yet lies have made our minds dissolve.
False science acts as ruthless blade—
A hangman’s hand in truth’s parade.

The mind is pawned to AI’s game,
A world corrupt, yet all the same.
In fools’ dull brains the scripts are laid—
False science scripts and false faith’s shade.

Their nonsense grows, no room remains
For souls that bear the Spirit’s flames.
In this decay, these chains entwine,
A god named Satan’s dark design.

Though veiled, the cult leads blind crowds on—
To camps where freedoms are all gone.
The fools believe the grand facade:
“Progress!”—a lie, a rotten fraud.

Through falsehoods piled, the death camp nears—
CowID showed what feeds our fears.
Bug upon bug—this shameful shame,
The mind’s descent, a losing game.

Man turned bio-robot—look around,
A crippled mass, dumb and spellbound.
Inside them lurk the evil codes,
Zombies walking in death’s modes.

Call them what you will—monsters rise,
Don’t dream of dawn, don’t trust the skies.
Darkness thickens—answer’s near:
Not dawn, but blast to cleanse the sphere.

Too many mad, with “gifts” insane—
These monsters trample Earth in vain.
Their stomping strikes a deadly chord—
The final blast will cut the cord.

When Earth has suffered, cooled, and died,
A new cycle may arise with pride.
But for now, “all’s just fine!” they lie—
The monster grunts, both weak and shy.

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The Black Cat

A cat will cross your path —
Feed him well, and then
That cat will wait, a wrath
With tail upturned again.

The black cat, two-legged scum,
Can spot the crowd from true:
To fools, a mouth to numb,
To wise — a shadow’s view.

Cats’ eyes hold a light,
Not of this mortal plane.
But minds refuse that sight —
Madness here rules the brain.

Madness grips the whole world,
When logic’s one and blind.
A mind bereft, unfurled,
No light of “other kind.”

War wages in that brain —
Hence scum walks two-legged throng,
The darkness waits to gain,
But the cat’s no herald wrong.

The darkness’ herald's he
Who fools with atheist chains,
In false religions’ sea —
More cages, more pains.

Schools and colleges dumb,
Their goal to dull and numb.
Don’t scold, but feed the cats—
And kindness blooms, perhaps.

Among the beasts, more grace
Than in the savage throng—
A madman’s face, a place
Among the dark so long.

In fictive lands they rule—
Fascism’s grasp is tight.
Stupidity’s their jewel—
Citizens sunk in night.

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Special Disposal, or the Verbal Diarrhea of Scum

Special disposal —
First step: CowID.
Then the “operation” —
SVO. Killed, you see.

Reason drowned —
Fools surge in waves,
“All to save their skins,”
Diving past the graves.

Lower down —
Where can you fall?
But get to know close
This so-called “power’s” call,

And you’ll see the pits
They’re still breaking through.
Maybe not by thousands,
But dozens will spew.

Lies must be brazen —
Problem solved and set:
The bastard obeys,
After swallowing all the shit.

The whole damn world —
Filled to the brim:
“Virus malignant!
NATO’s grim sin!”

Plans for attacks —
“Alert!” they shout loud.
And sheep march straight
To slaughter, unbowed.

Shittier, shittier, shittier —
Save that crap tight!
Lower! Lower!! Lower!!!
Soon a digital blight.

Branding irons ready,
Darkness spreads its wings.
Fools hail the F;hrer —
A clown pulls the strings.

A double-faced F;hrer —
Lower than the pit?
Just flowers — the skin
Don’t mind the shit.

If the flood of lies
Is poured just right,
Then shit-question
Becomes “to be or not to fight.”

Only “not to be!” —
The Sun’s cataclysm burns.
Overheated fate —
Farewell, fascism, it turns.

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Emptiness

Emptiness is not so plain —
It breeds passion, thought, and fire.
Beauty rises through the brain
Once you're free from dark desire.

Clear your Mind — it once was bright,
Born from light, not cloud or dust.
Thoughts still stir within the night,
But they speak not, if unjust.

When the Mind is sharp and clear,
Speech will cut like sacred flame —
Yet there’s no one here to hear,
None who dares to bear the blame.

Who needs truth? The slave-horde reigns,
Feasting on decaying lies —
Worldly Rot runs through their veins,
Where the soulless win their prize.

Line by line, they’ve warped the Core,
Twisted what is true and deep.
Heed not fools who rant and roar —
Let them drown in poisoned sleep.

Return into the VOID again,
To the Light that birthed your soul.
You can’t cleanse the walking stain,
But yourself — you will be whole.

And the answer's crystal-clear:
You’re a Spirit trapped in Hell.
That’s why noise is hard to hear —
Madness rings where liars dwell.

Emptiness will break the spell,
Healed will be the soul once torn.
Though the plague has reached you well,
You are not what you have borne.

Emptiness can blow Hell wide —
That’s Alchemy. Don’t you flinch.
If you woke — it’s not denied:
Take the path, and never inch.

Spirit’s power will arise,
Burning through the filthy fog.
Madness, fear — all their disguise —
Gone, if you are not a cog.

Hell will kill the sleeping soul
If you keep your silence still,
Serving fascist freaks who stole
Every dream, each sacred will.

Go within — the answers wait.
Come back out — and break the chain!
Rotten Chaos meets its fate —
Let it drown in choking pain.

Let the blood be black — so what?
Be not soft, and drop the grief.
Tear all sentiment to rot —
Seize the Void, and find relief!

This is Alchemy: the Now.
Don’t you miss that flash of light.
Logic has no rule nor vow —
Only instinct cuts the night.

Emptiness is not so plain —
It is Spirit, pure and vast.
All illusions flee its flame,
All delusion burned at last.

And the Path is lit and clear,
Hell revealed in all its bile:
All its fraud, and all its fear —
All its TOXIC, TOTAL FILE.

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SEIZE THE VOID!

You're a soul — not just a name.
This world's a madhouse wrapped in shame.
Kill the lie, ignite the flame —
SEIZE THE VOID — and end the game!

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Economic Cattle

Office blow-up dolls,
Sucking on pure lies,
Tides of mindless thralls —
Sold their souls for rice.

Sold for rent and stew —
Slavery, full-blown.
Empty-headed crew —
Dumbness to the bone.

Chains go deep, embedded —
Nothing left to scrub.
If your soul’s not deadened,
Run! — or be the grub.

There, "a life" means dying
In slow-motion rot.
Off to work you're flying —
To the grave — like swine.

Only fools keep buying
Into this madhouse plot,
Where no gate is prying
Open for those not

Willing to play cattle —
Souls they dare to guard.
Fascist world of shackles
Watches very hard:

If you don’t comply,
You’re an "enemy".
Even if you lie —
They will sniff. Then: "Seize!"

Comes the purge commandment:
"Clean the office tank!"
At the top — a bandit
Non-human elite rank.

Only one Law: Slavery,
Masked by fake disguise.
Flood the world with lunacy,
Fear, abuse, and lies.

Idiots believe
It’s the best of lands.
Souls they lose and grieve —
Caught in demon hands.

That’s the only goal —
Everything else, fake.
Drowning in this hole,
Like a bug or snake.

Run! Escape that stink!
Burn your leash with fire!
Demons drag you to the brink,
Down the corpse-filled mire.

Turn within — and find the Light
Shielding from the blast.
Crash is coming, black as night —
Sleep and dream won’t last.

Sleep? — It’s mass delusion,
Ages-old decay.
Cheaper to breed confusion
Than a fool who sees the way.

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Run or Rot!

Sold your soul for rented air?
Slave! — and demons couldn’t care.
If you think — then break the plot.
Run within — or else you rot!

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Foundations of Shitbuilding

“So much depends on the helplessness of the human child — your family, your society, your culture, your religion, your philosophy. You’ll be shocked — it all starts there.”
—Osho

This world is built on weakness —
The child’s first silent cry.
They strike where it is thinnest —
Their aim? Your mind and eye.

That’s why the scum come pouring
Their poison in with flair,
Then laugh — "we’re just adoring!"
While beating you with care.

They call it education —
But it’s a cage of pain.
The goal? Pure degradation.
A slave with no true brain.

The trust a child is gifted,
Dependence deep as gold —
They use it, twist it, lift it
Into a mold ice-cold.

The result: a breed submissive,
Obedient and numb.
A world grotesque, permissive,
Where dead minds grow like scum.

Through centuries of slashing,
Of lies and fascist rule,
They label all opposing
As "wrong", "insane", or "fool".

The final goal’s precision:
A global CATTLE MIND.
And childhood is incision —
The opening they find.

They wreck it all in stages,
Corrupting soul and name.
It’s clear now: CowID rages —
Insanity’s the flame.

The spirit? Nearly slaughtered.
True minds? A dying breed.
This world — like pigs in water —
Now gulps down every feed.

The pressure keeps on growing —
The media foams and shrieks.
While fascist trash keeps throwing
New chains on sheep and freaks.

What’s left from all their "training"?
One word: GENOCIDE.
A world of shit remaining —
Where Spirit mustn’t hide.

And justice? It is brewing —
The Earth begins to shake.
New herds of beasts are stewing
In lies their lips all fake.

The Sun shines brighter, faster —
The End has shown its teeth.
The heat will soon be vaster —
And Hell will bloom beneath.

So be it — God has vanished.
Now Satan rules this land:
A world both vile and famished,
All built from lies and shit and sand.

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Built on the Weak!

They broke the child — and built the lie.
Now shit is truth, and truth must die.
Burn this world — it reeks of rot.
Hell is here. And God is not.

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Divisions and False Identities

First comes Ego — just a name,
Then comes Gender — then the Game.
Then the Nation — tribal shame —
Now the war-wolf earns its fame.

Split them up, then herd them blind,
Drag them down the killing line.
Push them to the breaking point?
Simple trick: just flood with lies!

Divide, divide, divide once more!
To atoms! Scatter to the core!
So none can find the Spirit’s door —
That’s how you rule, and keep the score.

The non-humans saw it clear,
Then fed the scheme into this sphere.
"Humans? Dumb obedient trash —
Lost and weak, and bred to crash."

Ego’s nailed in through "upbringing",
Gender: sacred! — chains are clinging.
"Family" ensures the crying,
Doom disguised as social binding.

Next comes Nation’s sacred call:
"Join the pack, go guard the wall!"
Fools obey — they take the chain —
Wearing identity like pain.

Drop your Ego. Gender? Toss it.
Flag and border? Kindly cross it.
Go within — the truth lies there:
Spirit breathes in open air.

You’re a Being, Spirit-born —
All the rest? Illusion worn.
Slavery survives through form,
And fear's the shepherd of that swarm.

Identities — the binding rings,
That blind the Mind and break the Wings.
They blur your sight, and twist your root —
So drop them all, and seek the truth.

In your psyche, blind spots glow:
Ego, Gender — status quo.
Drop this nonsense. Spirit’s wide —
It has no Gender. None to hide.

Mind transcends the ego’s mold,
Nation? Dumb and bought and sold.
Miracles begin to rise
Once the Soul throws off disguise.

Chains must burn in conscious fire.
Spirit’s path is rising higher.
Books won’t get you through the gate —
If you trust them... then too late.

So ignite your intuition!
Sharpened thought is no omission.
Make it tradition to kill the lie —
Or in this Hell, you’ll rot and die.

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Drop the Lie!

Ego? Gender? Flags and pride?
Chains to keep the soul inside.
Smash the mask — refuse the role!
You are Spirit — not control!

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Fury

I believe in no god.
I fight devils instead —
Each lie, each facade.
Is it rage? No — it's Red.

Pure Holy Fury
Breaks through the skin —
A shield from the jury
Of world-sickening sin.

Still breathing? Then filth
Has seeped in your vein.
Pure Rage is the health —
Your soul shall remain.

The evil of sheep
Wants to crush all fight.
Let the herd go to sleep —
But you? Burn bright.

The herd is for slaughter —
Of minds, of souls.
Be Spirit, not fodder.
Break from their roles.

A herd of jackasses,
A flock of dull sheep,
A world ruled by bastards
Who graze while you weep.

Those goat-headed liars
Lead the herd blind.
Not with whips — with their priors:
The lie they've refined.

Believe in your Fury —
Honor your Will.
Let it blaze without worry —
It's the path through the kill.

The way out is bleeding,
But truer than peace.
Shame, pain, and beating —
Till chains finally cease.

Move — though odds are zero.
Stand — or be prey.
Down? Then to them, you're
Just lunch for the day.

They devour your Spirit,
Feeding on fear.
Don’t listen, don’t hear it —
Their whispers sear.

Hard? Then let Rage
Fuel your return.
How long till the breakage?
Only — a turn.

The Sun, full of Fury,
Will burn Hell down.
Flames without mercy —
Slaves will drown.

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Rage is Light!

No more masters. No more lies.
Let the Rage in you arise!
Not for hate — for cutting night:
Rage is Truth.
Rage is Light.

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Rise and Burn!

Chains are lies, and liars breed —
Feed your Fury, spark the seed!
Burn their thrones — consume their night —
Rage is war.
Rage is light.

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Rationalism of Pseudoscience

“Freedom is the awareness of necessity.”
—Spinoza

Rational? Infernal.
Nature shuns strict chains,
Beyond all logic’s journal —
Schemes are just insane.

Yet fascists seek to tame
Chaos wild and free,
In darkness and in shame
They hold the masses’ key.

Pseudoscience became their faith —
A crafted, soulless spawn.
Sold-out whores of simple faith,
They lie till hope is gone.

Simple schemes, so cheaply sold,
Make minds too small to cope.
With stunted minds, the chains take hold —
“Slavery is life,” they grope.

Spirit erased by false design,
Without it, man is naught —
A bio-robot, meme-controlled,
In lies and noise caught.

They pour their “water” — empty talk,
And wash your mind away.
Reject their mocking, endless squawk —
Light up your heart today!

Trust intuition’s flame,
Ascend to heights untamed.
But lock the doors to poisoned claims —
Pseudoscience’s verbal shame.

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Cut the Lies!

Pseudoscience spreads its blight —
Kill their schemes, ignite your light!
Trust your heart, refuse their chains —
Freedom lives where Spirit reigns!

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Fool and “Medicine”

“Medicine”: the fool believes
As if it’s holy priest.
But no reason to deceive —
The “Aesculapius” feeds the beast.

CowID showed their filthy faces —
Serving scum for filthy cash.
Fool’s indebted in false places,
Owes the fiends a deadly stash.

Scum will order — off he goes,
To slaughter’s pit, without a doubt.
Fake diseases, fear, and woes —
“Medicine” leads all to rout.

Slow or fast — they send you down.
Choice? The fool’s an empty lie.
Now the devil rules the town —
All the Earth beneath his eye.

Fools get false choices spun:
A vile mess or bigger pile.
They’ll say “yes” — the lies are spun —
Filth with a polished smile.

That false gloss is joy for fools,
Brains like wax, soft to the touch.
They’re the victims of the rules —
Blindly trusting “science” much.

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Fool’s Choice

Trust the lies — fall in line,
“Medicine” sells your spine.
Fool’s a wax doll, nice and neat —
Serving scum beneath their feet.

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Break the Chains!

Fool, wake up! The lies run deep —
“Medicine” just digs your grave.
Stand your ground — refuse to keep
Slavery dressed as “help” and save!

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Мир стал подлей:
Сильнее бей,
Быстрей беги —
Кругом враги!
А взгляд — ни зги
Не видишь: "ги"
И "га" в уме —
Весь мир в дерьме.
То Ложь и Страх:
Тлетворный прах —
Вот главный враг.

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Подконтрольные "художества"

Сериал о поэтах, художниках
И мистических учителях?
Никогда! — воспеванье ничтожества,
И не так, Разложения для.

Бандюки и мерзавцы в погонах —
Вот те темы на все времена,
Для которых не властны препоны.
И подобного много говна.

А Прозренья, Порыв за пределы
Мира узкого, как колея,
Иль Пути Осознания смелых
Вольнодумцев в загоне. Сопля,

Что размазана до неприличия
На сто серий — вот это в народ.
И не будет в народце различия:
С небольшим исключением — сброд.

Финансируют мерзость ничтожества,
Иль ТВАРЬЯ, захватившего мир,
Это план? Под контролем "художества" —
В производстве подложный кумир.

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"Дивный новый мир"

На сайты давать перестали
Днесь ссылки — даёшь ТелеграМ!
Все в примитивизмы упали,
Коль ЗРИТЕЛЬ — оболганный хам.

Хоть есть адаптивная вёрстка,
Что и для мобилы ништяк,
Но сайт для дебила непросто,
Шаблонного жаждет дурак.

Сплошь клипы — читать разучились.
Цензура на них цифрова:
В Концлагере вдруг очутились —
Не нужная в нём голова.

_Говнидом шар пробный запущен:
Всё быдло готово терпеть
Мир дивный, как райские кущи,
Где Духу и Разуму смерть.

Намордником в _нём показали,
Что быдла три четверти уж,
А значит мы так низко пали,
Что SOS днесь — Спасение Туш.

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Тот, кто с Пламенем Чистым в Сердце идёт,
Не боится препон, обманов Теней.
Ясность и силу чрез Огонь обретёт —
Путь будет верным до скончания дней.

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Когда Душа сквозь Мрак идёт упорно,
Сомненья, страхи замолкают вдруг.
Встают пред ней Прозрения — с упором,
Как разорвать порочный псевдожизни круг.

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Время зыбко, формы — отблеск,
Смыслы глубже, чем слова.
Если так, поймал ты Проблеск,
И не главной голова

Стала в этих чудных сферах —
В Сферы Духа приоткрыл
Ты лишь щёлку, Люцифера
Мира чушь тем позабыл.

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Мера веры в чушь

Веры мера — "пионера"
Оглупление, и так,
Чтоб не лез в Иные Сферы —
Чтил, "познав", Земной Бардак.

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Helmets Instead of Masks

Life is boring... Sun, ignite me!
Burn this nausea away —
From this fake life lived so slightly,
Where that moron rules the day,

That deranged and evil master
Worshipped by the clueless herd —
In fake "nations", bred for slaughter,
Fed with lies in every word.

Call it “borders”? Call it “orders”?
No — it’s madness in disguise!
Softness? Toss it! War gets harder —
Show your chest, or close your eyes.

Chest for bullets — not your shoulder,
If you dare defy their plot.
Demons rule with fear and falsehood,
Boiling minds until they rot.

In the war, they shoot with fire —
Injections when they want it slow.
Wretches cheer this "care" with fire
In their dead and hollow glow.

Spitting nonsense costs them lesser
Than a tank or rocket shell.
If the fools believe their lectures,
They’ll march smiling into hell.

After CowID, new delusions
Will be sold to all the dumb.
War’s on break — but Pan’s illusions
Swap their masks for helmets. Come,
“Saving nations”? — What a scam.

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Mask is gone — the helmet’s on.
New war starts — same evil con.
Softness dies. Get off your knees.

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The Helmet Age

O Sun, strike through this lifeless haze —
This hollow play of plastic days.
I'm sick of this parade of lies,
Where madmen rule, and cowards rise.

Their fake domains — the same old pen
For sheep who’ve lost the will again.
The chains are soft, the leash is kind —
But dead is heart, and dim is mind.

"Speak gently" — no. That time is gone.
Steel is rising. Rage is on.
You’ll stand and face it — chest or bone —
Or crawl through fire, cold and lone.

Chest for bullets, not for pleadin’.
If you flinch — they’ll shoot your soul.
Demons dressed as noble leaders
Feast on fear and mind control.

In the trenches — bombs and thunder.
In the labs — slow venom’s sting.
They call it “care” with twisted wonder,
And sell you death in early spring.

Cheaper than the guns and tanks
Is poison sold with smiling thanks.
If the herd believes the tale —
Push them softly off the rail.

After CowID comes revision —
New deceit, same old decision.
Pause the war — and switch the task:
Now it’s helmet, not the mask,
For the “safety” of the lands
Burnt and bleeding in their hands.

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Mask is gone — now comes the shell.
Lies march on, and truth is hell.

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Swap the mask — the war begins.
Same old demons, deadlier skins.

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Masked or armed — it’s all the same.
Slaves in line. A rigged-up game.

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Sieve for a Soul

Two times two is… less than zero.
Schooling drains the mind of hero.
What they teach is lies and clutter —
Truth gets buried under butter.

Soul gets trapped inside this net,
Global, cold, and tightly set.
Idiots are tame and steady —
That’s the goal: make cattle ready.

Overload the child with trash —
Kill his spark, then train him brash
Never to think fast or true —
Beat him down with “discipline” too.

Teach him how to serve the state,
Call it "life", and call it "fate".
Meet each lie with quiet awe,
Bend before the beasts of law.

In the math of their “ideals”,
Knowledge rots and truth congeals.
Years are spent on hollow rules
Taught by fools to shape more fools.

Can the madman see the chains
When he's groomed inside insane?
Now the norm is: weak and meek,
Dumb, submissive, small, and bleak.

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They stuffed your head, then crushed your soul —
Now you're “normal”: blind and dull.

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Taught to fear and taught to kneel —
That’s the schoolhouse's ideal.

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The Soul’s Descent

Two times two — a void, a blunder.
Mind reduced to silent thunder.
What they call “the truth” is fiction,
Crammed in heads with cold conviction.

Soul, once blazing, now is caught
In the trap their lies have wrought.
Not just local — it is global:
Pain disguised as noble noble.

From the cradle, thoughts are crushed.
Hearts grow silent. Genius — hushed.
Quickness turns to numb compliance,
Chained in rituals of "science".

And the spirit, once in flight,
Bows before the Beast of “Right”,
Taught to kneel, accept the story,
Burn its flame for others’ glory.

All their numbers, words, equations —
Just ornate hallucinations.
Depth is gone. The truth is banned.
Souls grow pale across the land.

But the blind won't see this theft
If around them — none is left.
When the norm is dull and grey,
Light forgets it knew the way.

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Your soul was fire — now it’s ash.
Sold for numbers, trained for crash.

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From light to dust, from truth to scheme —
They killed the fire, sold the dream.

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Long-Distance Escape

Running — fleeing from the madness,
From a world that reeks of sadness.
If your body feels too weak —
Push it hard, week after week.

Yes, it hurts — the joints, the tension.
But with time comes soul’s ascension.
Muscles ache, then minds grow clearer —
Stress falls off, and peace comes nearer.

In decay, the world is drowning —
Psychic rot is all-surrounding.
But in motion, you transcend it —
Flee the mess! Let running mend it.

Like a monk who leaves the noise,
You’ll regain your health — and poise.
Start as novice, end as fire.
Strain will fade — and calm rise higher.

You’ll get hooked — and that’s salvation.
Endorphins bring no damnation.
Unlike drugs, they heal, not kill —
They arrive when stress hits still.

Running — exile from the Hell
That we call the world as well.
Even leaving for a while
Is enough to breathe, to smile.

Beasts dissolve the world with lies.
If you sit — your spirit dies.
Without motion, you’ll decay.
Run — or lose your mind today.

This world’s a range — and you’re the mark.
Mortars pounding in the dark.
Lies explode in endless streams —
RUN — escape their poisoned dreams!

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This world’s a gun — you are the prey.
Run the poison thoughts away.

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Run from lies, from slow collapse.
Run — or die in mental traps.

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Running Toward the Light

To run — is not just to escape.
It’s tearing through the worldly shape.
This rotten shell, this heavy skin
Can’t cage the light that burns within.

Your limbs will ache, your breath may fail —
But deeper currents lift the veil.
Each mile burns the false away —
The mind grows sharper every day.

The body's pain becomes a gate,
A path through time, beyond the weight.
Endorphins rise not just to heal —
They hum the tune of what is real.

You flee not roads, but inner chains,
The fog of doubt, the coded pains.
You run — and with each breath you tear
The mesh of lies that fouled the air.

The world decays in static death.
It stinks of lies in every breath.
But moving forward, even slow,
You start to see what hearts still know.

Like monks of silence, clothed in sweat,
You step beyond the mind's regret.
No dogma needed, no pretense —
Just flesh reborn in present tense.

You are not meant for cage or war.
You run — and find the hidden door.
Not to escape, but to become
The truth, the pulse, the inner drum.

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Each step dissolves the world’s disguise —
You run, and light returns to rise.

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Run not away — but into flame.
Burn through the mask. Forget your name.

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“School,” So-Called

A test’s a curse on real knowing.
School’s a torture camp, ongoing.
Mind and talent crushed and chained —
Obedience alone ingrained.

If you're strong, you may survive.
If you're weak — you're half alive.
“Education” is, in fact,
Genocide in stealthy tact.

Kids despise the books, the classes,
And this hate in silence passes.
Fake “science” reigns — a twisted game,
Teachers (most) — corrupt and lame,

Sycophants or cold enforcers,
Twisting young and brightborn forces.
Bend the knee — the system's goal,
Poison early every soul.

"Discipline" — a coded beating.
March or fail. No room for meaning.
Every program hides a blade
Crafted by the Beast Brigade.

Not by nobles, nor by sages —
But by beasts who rule the cages.
Only books with broken parts
Reach the shelves — to stab young hearts.

Are they books or mental fetters?
Wounds disguised as learning letters?
Genocide — with ink and silence,
School is pure infernal violence.

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School’s a cage with polished lies.
It kills the truth in children’s eyes.
March or fail — that’s all they teach.
Obey the beast. Forget your speech.

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They train your child to kneel and rot.
It’s not a school — it’s death by thought.

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The School of Shadows

A test is branded on the mind —
The soul grows numb, the eyes go blind.
The classroom — cold initiation
Into chains and subjugation.

Gifts are silenced. Thought is bent.
Wonder turned to punishment.
If you're strong, you crawl through fire.
If you're weak — you just expire.

This is not "education" — no.
It’s a slow, refined deathblow.
From the start, the light is taken.
Hearts grow silent. Souls — forsaken.

Children hate the books, the rules.
They feel the lies, but made to drool.
Fake “science” wraps its ghostly veil
On minds too weary now to wail.

Those who teach — the masks they wear
Hide the beast in dead-eyed stare.
Few escape the curse they feed,
Most just plant the same old seed.

What they call “discipline” is drill —
Spirit-breaking dressed in skill.
Programs forged not by the wise —
But those who trade in soul's demise.

They craft the books with holes and cracks
To stab the heart, to dull attacks
Of truth, of fire, of divine spark
That dares to speak, or light the dark.

These are not books — they are the cage
Of centuries, of beastly age.
A ritual of slow descent —
Where truth is burned, and light is spent.

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They seal the soul in scripted lie —
And call it school while spirits die.

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They teach you how to fear the light —
Then test your silence, grade your night.

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Alienation

Alienation — foul and choking,
Bred by media, thugs, and joking
Halfwits wrapped in flags and "pride",
Where dumb tradition’s sanctified.

World of imbeciles and slaves —
Exceptions rare, like sun in caves.
Among the freaks, to feel apart —
Is one escape for restless heart.

You flee — in thought, in dream, in spark,
A secret glow against the dark.
You paint, reflect, imagine skies
Where you're not gagged or paralyzed.

And for a breath, you may forget
The cage you've known since first you met
This world — where children learn to kneel
And numbness coats what they can't feel.

But this estrangement — it can be
A rebel’s silent remedy.
It lifts you slightly off your knees,
Lets soul inhale forbidden breeze.

Yet beasts will never let that stand —
It breaks their “comfort”, cracks the brand.
So go — like monk, like outlaw ghost,
Where gulags fade, and truth means most.

This stinking world’s a prison whole —
Estrangement is survival’s role.
If you still burn, if you resist —
Then let this be your first clenched fist.

Begin to fight the crawling rot,
Though odds are thin, and hope is not.
The freaks have grown into a flood —
And Earth is soaked in ash and blood.

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Estrangement is the rebel's flame —
A breath of truth, outside their game.
Begin with thought, then break their spell.
The world’s a cage. Resist — or dwell.

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Alienation: The Spirit’s Breath

Alienation — breath and fire,
A piercing call beyond the mire.
Born of darkness, yet a spark,
A restless flame inside the dark.

In worlds of fools, where shadows rule,
The soul’s exile is the jewel.
To stand apart, to feel the pain —
Is breaking through the cage of chains.

You flee into the vast unknown —
Where thoughts can breathe, and light has grown.
In silence, shards of truth arise,
To lift the veil from weary eyes.

Though born within the cage’s hold,
Your spirit’s wings will still unfold.
The pain, the tears, the solitude —
Are gateways to your deeper truth.

The beasts will guard their walls of lies,
But freedom lives beyond their cries.
Estrangement is the soul’s first breath,
A step beyond the grip of death.

So fight, though odds are cold and grim,
The inner fire won’t grow dim.
For even in this hellish land,
The spark of spirit makes its stand.

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Estranged, the soul begins to rise —
Beyond the cage, beyond the lies.

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Alienation clears the night —
A quiet path toward the light.

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Responsibility Before the Fire

Torture of the conscious mind,
Murder of the soul defined:
We are sheep led to the slaughter,
Darkness clings like lice to fodder.

Clinging tight to our own skin,
Forgetting what the trials mean:
All this slaughter, all this burning —
That’s the sentence we’re discerning.

But the Sun grows ever brighter,
Day by day, its glow grows tighter.
Sheep and lice alike must answer —
Not before God, but blazing fire’s dancer.

That Fire spares not sheep or vermin —
Only those who break the burden.
Entering a world of purity,
Scars upon the heart — your jewelry.

To be no sheep is great courage:
Through the Heart, this path emerges.
Seduced by power — goat’s illusion —
Leads the sheep to dark confusion.

Only Fire can save from darkness.
This truth knows the one who harness
Strength to halt the rot inside,
Wounds upon the heart allied.

Decay of mind, soul’s castration,
Made “normal” by fascist nations.
Rushing to grasp the Fire’s spark
Is the only way from dark.

Know the particle of Flame within —
Then burning cannot be your sin.
Hell’s not distant — everywhere,
But Fire can cleanse the blackened air.

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Face the Fire — or be the sheep.
Only flames the lost can keep.

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Burn away the dark deceit.
Only fire makes souls complete.

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Judgment by the Fire

Torment wracks the conscious mind,
Souls are slaughtered, fate unkind.
Sheep are led to slaughter’s pyre,
Darkness clings like bloodsucking lice.

Clinging to our tainted skin,
Blind to ancient truths within.
All the slaughter, all the burning —
Time has come for reckoning.

The Sun grows fierce, its blaze devours,
Hour by hour, minute by hour.
Sheep and vermin will be judged —
Not by gods, but by the Purge.

The Fire spares no meek or pest,
Only those who pass the test,
Entering the world made pure —
Scars of honor to endure.

To shed the flock, to break the chain,
Through Heart’s fire, endure the pain.
Power’s lies — the goat’s false throne —
Lead the blind to depths unknown.

Only Fire defeats the dark.
It’s known by those who bear the mark.
It halts the rot, the soul’s decay,
Hearts scarred but cleansed along the way.

Decay of mind, soul’s mutilation,
Norm in this fascist conflagration.
Hasten now to seize the Flame —
Or drown within the endless shame.

The Fire’s seed burns in your core —
Once known, death can hurt no more.
Hell’s not distant — Hell is near.
Only Fire can burn it clear.

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The Fire comes — no place to hide.
Sheep will burn, the flames decide.
Soul or ash — the final choice.
Hear the Fire’s wrathful voice.

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Responsibility Before the Fire: The Last Reckoning

A torment rends the conscious soul,
A slaughter dark, beyond control.
We march as sheep toward the pyre,
Enslaved by lice and vile empire.

They cling like pests upon our flesh,
Forget the ancient, sacred flesh:
The blazing trial, time’s decree —
The fire’s coming — soon, you’ll see.

The Sun grows fierce with burning light,
Devouring lies in endless night.
Sheep and vermin shall be burned,
Not by gods, but flame discerned.

No mercy for the meek or base —
Only those who dare embrace
The cleansing blaze of purity,
The scars of heart’s sincerity.

To cast off flock, to break the chain,
Through searing heart endure the pain.
False power’s throne, the goat’s cruel lead,
Drags sheep to darkness, death, and dread.

The Fire roars — the darkness cowers,
Its righteous wrath shakes ancient towers.
It halts decay, consumes the blight,
Transforms the shadows into light.

Decay of mind, soul mutilation,
Made “normal” by foul fascist nation.
Hurry now, the spark to claim —
Or drown within eternal shame.

Within your core, the Fire sleeps,
A seed of light that wakes and leaps.
Once touched by flame, you’ll fear no death —
For hell’s not far, but burned to breath.

The old world cracks, the heavens shake,
The forge of fate begins to break.
Only fire can cleanse the stain —
The last great purge, the final flame.

Stand now before the raging pyre,
Make your soul the raging fire.
The reckoning has come to call —
Rise or crumble — burn or fall.

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The firestorm comes, it will consume —
False gods fall, and liars fume.
Sheep will burn and demons wail,
Only souls of fire prevail.
Stand within the cleansing flame —
Or be ash, forgotten name.

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Sea of Wonders in the Land of Pipe-Fools

Hell: a powerless crowd,
(Stupor, rot, decay aloud.)
And a bald grotesque in charge —
So-called “rule,” a sham at large.

That freak died long ago —
Replaced by clones of hate and woe.
The people crushed beneath the weight
Of traitors’ darkness, plunder, fate.

They steal with bold, unholy glee,
Destroying souls relentlessly.
They want to turn us all to cattle,
Weak and meek — a broken battle.

An oil pipe stands as truth —
The rest’s a lie, a poisoned sleuth.
Rot runs deep and fatal fast,
Deception’s grip holds tight and vast.

There’s PIPE and FOOL — what else to say?
And troubadours of lies at play.
Mountains built from endless lies,
With selling skins in foul disguise.

They breed in hordes, no hope remains —
This fate engrained in countless veins.
Most here are fools — a cursed seed,
The destiny of generations freed.

Stupidity — a death machine,
Churning out fiends, not humans seen.
A sea of oil, resources vast,
Yet miracles are wrecked and cast.

Man-beast stands blocking the way,
On roads where humans cannot stay.
Dragged to farms without a fight —
The prize: the dung, their cursed right.

A handful of humans drown,
In nightmare’s grip, while zombies frown.
The whole world’s trapped in blazing fog —
A human hell, a mental smog.

Darkness falls on all the earth,
A man-made curse of boundless girth.
It’s not a world — a cesspit foul,
Most bow down, obedient, dull.

Monsters rule, and fools obey.
Among the swine, the wise decay.
Brains crushed like lice beneath a nail —
A new camp built, a living hell.

Disappear without a trace —
Red cross flags mark this cursed place.
Death disguised as “care” is spread —
A soul’s extinction, spirit dead.

Global Satan’s wicked plan,
Pushes fascism through the land.
Filthy, sick, and nauseous all,
The world descends toward its fall.

But fools miscalculated fate —
Our Sun will burn, annihilate
All hellish servants of the dark.
The Light survives — eternal spark.

So, reader, rise and stand, resist —
Multiply the rebel’s fist.
Scum and beasts will choke and fall —
And we shall rise to claim it all.

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A sea of lies, a world decayed,
But Light will burn the dark brigade.
Stand tall, resist, and break the chain —
From hell’s own ashes, life will reign.

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The Massive Classifier of Pseudo-Science

A monstrous classifier tore
Nature’s truth to bits and more.
When the beast who lies as king
Rules in pseudo-science’s ring.

Conscience scrubbed and spirit crushed,
In deceitful schemes they’ve brushed.
What unfolds — a murky tale
Of false science doomed to fail.

That “scientist” who seeks to find
Truth with an impartial mind —
Once again, the half-truths rise,
Damn them all — no compromise.

Facts that topple their fa;ade
They reject, suppress, and dodge.
Claiming mastery of threads
That weave their lies like spider webs.

All real facts erased from sight —
Or face dismissal, endless blight.
Quicker taught to shut their mouth
Than prove a point with solid truth.

The pseudo-scientific puke
Now just boldly claims and flukes.
“Proof” requires a crafty hand —
But they simply make demands.

The “sheep-virus” lies they spin,
So absurd it makes you grin.
To fools it gives a deadly blade —
A butcher’s mask the lies have made.

A combo: official, crook,
Presidents’ harem in their nook,
“Doctors” sold and yelling fools,
Zombies glued to TV’s tools.

And weak the masses, crushed and small,
While poison shots infect them all.
Few protest, the mind suppressed —
Generations dumbed, oppressed.

Fake scholars like the darkest mobs,
Triumph of satanic jobs.
Don’t believe, seek answers lone,
Trust your gut — resist the drone.

Break the bans these beasts impose,
Smash their webs of vile prose.
Though classifiers spread their lie,
Their reign will drown and surely die.

All these woes are crafted schemes,
Yet truth awakes with fiery beams.
Cataclysms roar once more —
Wiping filth from Earth’s dark core.

If spirit’s not erased inside,
You’ll live beyond this tide.
Cycles break, the feast destroyed —
No more slaves, no more void.

Here feast the monsters, beasts, and scum —
But spirit’s light will overcome.
The world has sunk to depths profane,
Where spirit’s voice seems lost in vain.

But spirit’s worth is all that’s true —
The base from which all life breaks through.
Pseudo-science calls it naught,
You’re but swine — so cheaply bought.

In genes and brain, they claim you’re less,
A slight upgrade on this mess.
Brain’s receiver, Spirit’s source —
That’s the truth, despite their course.

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Their lies destroy what nature gave,
But spirit rises from the grave.
Trust not their fake, deceitful calls —
Your inner light will break their walls.

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Scum to the Slaughter

Cops, “doctors,” bureaucrat filth,
Puppet traitors, political filth.
All deserve the highest stake —
Each vile freak will soon partake.

Darkness waits — eternal night —
For bastards doomed to endless blight.
Propaganda’s sick disgrace,
Thrown away, no trace, no place.

Keep these dogs within their cage,
A monstrous zoo of hate and rage.
Fear them not — their time is brief,
Scum will fall to swift relief.

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“Law-Abiding Citizen”

“Law-abiding” — means a fool,
And “citizen” — of which cruel school?
No countries left, just myths and lies,
Old tales that breed our own demise.

Everywhere — violence, fear, deceit,
Fascism’s rule in every street.
But don’t you touch the lies’ foundation —
Just eat, breed on, and mind submission.

Obedient — you march to slaughter,
Like dining out, a willing fodder.
From “care” they send you to your grave —
That’s how the docile sheep behave.

“Laws” are penned by filthy knaves,
Rights exist on paper waves.
What counts is living, breathing ties
Between Creators — truth that flies.

For feeding cattle, all the rest —
Is fog, despair, a pointless quest.
Murmurs, bleats, and endless moans —
A world of sheep with hollow bones.

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So-Called "Constitution"

“I open the Code on any page —
Can’t stop reading, trapped in rage.”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, ’62

I open that vile opus, any line —
And laughter bursts, sarcasm’s mine.
Yet scum persists, won’t take a break,
Praising paper “rights” that fake.

This nonsense long ago was born,
And fools still worship, still adorn
The lie that they’re not slaves, but “citizens.”
Even when their fridges checked again —

Their zombified box won the war,
You’re left alone when lies fall sore.
The noodles here — the “bonds” and chains,
That bind us all in silent pains.

But you don’t beg for mercy’s grace,
Evil’s mercy — none embrace.
Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t plead or sway —
Fight this Hell and save your way.

No need to beat your chest and roar —
Too much pride will close the door.

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Transport to the Death Camp

Muzzles pressed tight upon their snouts,
No words remain — just barking shouts.
Souls crushed flat, wiped clean and dry,
Fascist Satan reigns on high.

Fascism’s “righteous cause” —
Total lies, genocide’s laws.
Though their lies are clumsy, weak,
They’re believed — the mind’s oblique.

Dulling brains since long ago,
Reaping what the fools don’t know.
One goal clear — to exterminate
Pure Spirit, leave half-beasts’ fate.

In death camps only to reside,
“Healing” there with poison’s tide.
All horizons now erased,
Sent to camps — worldwide disgraced.

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The Transport to the Death Camp

Muzzles press on faces tight,
No words left — just barks in night.
Wretched souls erased, erased,
Satan’s reign, a world disgraced.

Fascism’s “just and sacred cause,”
Total lies, the genocide laws.
Though clumsy lies may fill the air,
The mind lies dead, unaware.

Dulling souls since time began,
Reaping dark the Devil’s plan.
One clear aim: to snuff the light,
To drown the Spirit’s sacred flight.

Only half-beasts left to roam,
In death camps far from home.
“Healing” here with venom’s bite,
Horizons swallowed by the night.

Yet deep beneath this blackened veil,
A seed survives beyond the pale.
Though darkness spreads its cruel blight,
Spirit’s flame burns ever bright.

So heed the call, resist the chain,
Break free from torment, break the pain.
For even in the darkest hour,
Lies the spark of Spirit’s power.

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Chains may bind the flesh and mind,
But Spirit’s spark you’ll always find.
Through darkest night, the soul will climb —
Beyond the grip of death and time.

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Flint and Dough

Hope’s orchestra is dead and gone...
“Optimism” — kaput, withdrawn...
People’s dough, so soft and weak —
The “Kolobok” friend they seek?

When they mold that filthy slime,
Like a glaze of shit and grime,
Baked within the global crypt,
A “solution” is then script.

But it’s not a true resolve —
Just a pause to let things dissolve.
The answer isn’t rest or peace —
It’s burning dough to make release.

Put all the dough straight in the fire,
Free the spark of flint’s desire.
Consciousness must rise and fight,
Not just bake in hell’s dark night.

Yet dough won’t yield or understand —
It’s long lost in delirium’s land...

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The Great Construction

For pennies lost among the scores,
You sell your soul to vile whores:
They value only worthless foam,
But souls are never placed in dome.

The world’s foam thickens, festers wide,
Turns scabby, sinking far inside.
Beneath the bottom, there it lies —
Where hollow “meanings” twist and rise.

“Meaning” now is slavery’s price,
Call it “freedom” — cold as ice.
The world’s decay is old, but true —
Now blood’s the ritual they do.

CowID showed the way to hell,
And new wars ringing like a bell.
Once more the slime obeys the lies,
The sick in brain, the blind in eyes.

They build a digital death camp,
Where ratings judge, deceit a ramp.
Lies tripled, spreading wide and far —
The whole world lost beneath their scar.

Building lies — the new technique,
Stronger than steel, cold and bleak.
A hardened fool, a hammerhead,
For money stabs his mother dead.

Idiots sum the world’s descent,
Attacks of evil—no relent.
Many more vile schemes to come,
Majority numb with poison’s thumb.

Media’s sting drives brains insane,
Super filth that feeds the pain.
Their arrogance makes blood run cold,
The foul press rules the herd they mold.

The rabble builds the camp’s new roof,
Throw honest minds into the proof.
Smart and true — to garbage thrown,
No life for them in camps alone.

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Female Psychology

Hormones rage, thoughts drip-drop —
To the nest! Where lies won’t stop,
And weaken all the wretched crowd,
Who reach the nest, but can’t back out.

But pussy rules the game, you see,
So fools bow down submissively.
Kids bent low, the stupid man,
Sex’s joy — a hollow plan.

They’re pushed to patience, forced to save
The nest, though bent like slaves.
The world’s pierced through, a sieve of lies,
Minds cracked beneath dark skies.

Kids rot away in camps unseen —
Fascism grows, a ruthless fiend.
Pussy deems it mere small spite,
Blind to looming endless night.

Hormones rule, the Spirit lost —
Forward, fools! Let’s pay the cost.
Hasten now the final bend,
To history’s foul genocidal end.

Among the ranks, the meek comply —
Fascism wins, no reason why.
For thinkers, doom is absolute,
No nest, no hope — a silent route.

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Cheeseless Hell

A diligent student — just a pawn,
Consuming poison, schemes foregone.
No Spirit lives within those lies,
He watches as the spirit dies.

Broadcast themes for dumbed-down crowds,
Fed through screens and toxic clouds.
Corrupting mind and soul alike,
A sellout fiend who seals the strike.

The end result’s a broken mind,
Few exceptions you will find.
Those rare souls are judged and chained,
By rumor’s lash or whip restrained.

The “carrot and stick” — a lie so deep:
A global death camp they will keep.
Decay will sink to bottom’s core,
The camp will stand — and roar once more.

All media now replaced,
By clownish rulers, foul and chaste.
Bureaucrats ensure the game,
Citizens reduced to shame.

Turned into mice, caught in the trap,
Rotten cheese removed — no gap.
Now silent in this cheeseless hell,
Lost souls where darkness dwells.

A cheeseless hell, a death camp made,
Science’s scabies help the trade.
AI will show the way to rot,
And keep the damned forever caught.

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Problem — Reaction — Solution

Petty people,
Of a fake land,
Brains like jelly,
Satan’s brand.

They herd the flock,
Few break free —
Among the slaves,
Rare souls we see.

This cursed sabbath,
A soul’s demise,
Fuehrers, swine,
Masters of lies.

Wars and CowID,
Spread fear wide —
If you’re no scum,
No god will hide.

All religions teach,
Chains for all,
The herd grows wild,
In terror’s thrall.

School obedience,
Corrupting lies,
“Education” here,
The media’s cries.

The press controls,
Oppresses herds,
Fear works well —
“Yes, sir,” the words.

To savage laws,
“Protect from harm,”
Next come bans,
With cruel alarm.

All freedoms crushed,
Towers shake,
They’ll fall soon,
Evil awake.

Protects the fools
From foes within,
Tamed by fear,
Drowned in sin.

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Problem — Reaction — Solution

Small-time folks from fake-ass lands,
Brains like jelly, limp as strands —
Satan’s spawn, the herd they lead,
Dumb as bricks, no thought or creed.

They herd the sheep, the meek, the slaves,
Few think free — lost in their caves.
This circus goes on century long,
With soul’s death as the finale song.

Fuehrers, swine, the masters proud,
Lie and scare the dumbest crowd.
Wars and CowID’s their tricks —
Don’t be scum? No god’s your fix.

Religions sell the chain and pain,
Turn herd animals insane.
School’s obedience, media lies,
“Education”? Just disguise.

Press screams loud to herd control,
Fear the tool to crush the soul.
Quick to shout “Yes, sir!” and “Ma’am!”
When laws come hard, they thank the scam.

Bans tighten, freedoms die,
Towers shake and soon will lie.
Evil’s here to guard the fools,
Keep ’em scared and play the rules.

Inside, outside — foes abound,
Fear and lies keep them bound.
Welcome to the grand charade —
Where clowns run the masquerade.

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The Whip and Candy of Pseudo-Science

The candy’s cheap, a mass-produced lie,
But the whip’s evolved — no need to try.
They jab wild thoughts with iron pain,
To crush the mind, keep it insane.

“Ironically,” the spirit’s shamed,
With memes designed to kill the flame.
“Proof” memes twist like crooked courts,
Facts bent, dismissed, and sold in sorts.

False verdicts drop like poisonous rain,
Brains condemned, their truth in chains.
Pseudo-science ranks high in slime,
Mind’s treasures dumped as worthless grime.

“Thoughts? Just crap,” the brain’s decree,
No “subtle plan,” just tyranny.
Support the chaos — join the herd,
Believe the noise, no questions heard.

Shout “Proven by a scientist!” loud,
And fools will flock, dumb as the crowd.
But if you dodge the scumbags’ game,
You’ll curse their wars, their lies, their shame.

The candy dries, the whip grows strong,
Fascist hell’s lies last so long.
CowID showed the savage core,
Pseudo-science scum roar: “The boss is law forevermore!”

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Whip and Candy of False Science

Candy’s cheap junk — a mass-made lie,
But whip’s evolved — to break your mind.
They shove their whip through every thought,
To kill the spark you never sought.

“Irony” kills the spirit’s fire,
Memes injected to dull desire.
“Proof” memes twisted by the crooks,
Facts distorted — thrown in books.

Fake verdicts drop like poison rain,
Brains condemned to endless pain.
Pseudo-science—stinking slime,
Brains shredded, tossed in waste and grime.

“Thoughts?” Just crap, the brain’s decree.
No plans, no schemes — just tyranny.
Support this madness, herd and bow,
Believe the lies they feed you now.

Scream “A scientist proved it, see!”
And fools will nod obediently.
But if you dodge their filthy schemes,
You’ll curse their wars and ruined dreams.

Candy’s dry — the whip’s gone mad,
Fascist hell gets worse, not bad.
CowID exposed their cruel game —
“Master’s right!” their only claim.

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Whip & Candy — False Science Strike

Cheap candy lies, mass-produced bait,
Whip’s sharp crack seals your dumb fate.

Thoughts crushed hard, no spark remains,
Memes kill fire, flood with chains.

“Proof” is twisted, facts all bent,
Fake verdicts — mind’s torment.

Brains declared just worthless crap,
Tyrants rule, no turning back.

“Scientist said it!” — fools obey,
Blindly led, led all the way.

Dodge their filth, curse their wars,
Lies and venom, rotten cores.

Candy dries, whip cracks loud,
Fascist hell — no shroud.

CowID screams, truth revealed,
“Master’s law!” scum’s shield.

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Whip & Candy — The Lie’s Last Stand

Candy’s cheap, whip’s a knife,
Smash your mind, kill your life.

Memes are poison, proof is fake,
Brains crushed hard for tyrants’ sake.

“Scientist said!” — herd obeys,
Blind fools lost in the maze.

Dodge their lies, curse their wars,
Rotting lies, blood-soaked floors.

Candy dries, whip’s now rage,
Fascist hell, burning cage.

CowID screams: truth’s unleashed,
“Master’s law!”—scum’s last feast.

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Whip & Candy — Rage in the Cage

They feed us candy — cheap and fake,
A sugar-coating for the snake.
But behind the sweetness, crack! — the whip,
Smashing minds with iron grip.

Memes like viruses spread their lies,
Turn sparks of thought to dull disguise.
“Proof” they shout — a crooked game,
Facts twisted, burned in shame.

Brains washed out, deemed worthless sludge,
Drowned in noise, lost in the fudge.
“Trust the scientist!” they yell,
While freedom sinks inside a cell.

The herd obeys, dumb and blind,
Led to slaughter, lost in mind.
But some still dodge the poisoned stream,
Cursing warlords and their scheme.

Candy’s gone stale, whip’s rage burns,
Fascist hell at every turn.
CowID’s scream shatters the night —
“Master’s law!” fuels their blight.

We’re locked inside this burning cage,
Trapped between the lies and rage.
Yet deep inside, a spark survives —
A flame that fights to stay alive.

So rage with me, break the chain,
Tear apart this poisoned reign.
Whip and candy — lies undone,
Rise, resist — till truth is won.

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New Year's Flare or Reset?

"How old you are, New Year!
We could just count the years,
Without twisting nature's way,
And what it really means."
— Sasha Chyorny, 1908

The flare of dread has passed,
Thank fate it’s done at last.
Yet greed’s the new obsession —
The world drowns in possession.

Delirium, unflared,
Is no less sharp, prepared.
A fool picks up “opinions”
From media’s dominions.

He swallows poison strong —
Listening to the wrong.
Who dares to say them “No!”
Will soon regret it so.

Global fascism’s near,
No hiding from the fear.
Madness spreads its blight —
CowID’s first bite.

Should we say Satan’s born?
Then on to face the scorn.
Reset the count — zero start —
Welcome the “new” year’s heart.

Zero-zero fits the cess,
No peace remains, no rest.
Rot and filth hold the reign,
Corrupt and vile domain.

Few wise and honest stand —
Each day they slip like sand.
Darkness rules the hour —
We’ll rot beneath its power...

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Bio-Waste

Trash is only in the minds,
Fear in souls confined.
Food and roof — the rest is dust,
Falsehoods bred in endless trust.

From childhood taught to blindly fall,
Faith without a bound or wall.
Inheritance: to bow, obey —
Spirit lost in hellish sway.

Few are wise — they’re crushed, oppressed,
Waiting for the Light to bless.
But the cruel rule all the same,
Lying beasts, playing their game.

“How long to trust? How long to sleep?”
Not for them these questions creep.
Like beasts they curse the soul’s own core,
Denying God forevermore.

This is bio-waste, shout it down —
Flush it in the cesspool’s drown.
Only one command remains —
Heard by that machine’s cold veins.

Sharper than a mouse’s ear,
A reptile’s sense, so clear.
Rats are smarter — flee the night,
Not to warmth, but out of sight.

Trash is lied to — “You’re top creation,”
Lucifer’s spawn, abomination.
Worship here for vile breeds,
Examples for corrupted seeds.

Kids are fed on filth and greed,
Money piles and Judas creeds,
Power roosters crowing loud,
Built a factory for the proud.

To burn the trash, the lies increase,
Poison’s flow will never cease.
Only trash can “heal” the pain,
Cowards take the toxic chain.

Better needles filled with poison
Than fascist filth to soil the soilin’.
In the hot wars, for pig-like beasts,
Chosen syringes, spite increased.

To stir the trash to rage and fight,
Easy bait to fuel the spite.
Their own scum will kill and slay —
Neighbors turned to foes someday.

Your neighbor’s doctor lies and cheats,
A filthy cop with dirty feats.
Not a “work” but twisted scheme —
A dark and cruel, toxic dream.

Such is trash, such are these days,
How much filth, how many ways?
All akin to hell’s domain —
If it’s hell, then burn the stain.

So the Sun shines fiercer now,
Burning down the devil’s plow.
Scorching all to ash and bone —
Hell’s foul mix destroyed, dethroned.

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Bio-Waste

Trash lives only in their brains,
Fear crawls deep inside their veins.
Food and shelter — all they crave,
Rest is dust — a lying grave.

From childhood fed with poison lies,
Faith without a shred of wise.
Inheritance to bow and break —
Spirit crushed for hell’s own sake.

Few are sharp, but crushed and crushed,
Waiting for the Light, all hushed.
Monsters rule — vile liars, cheats,
Spinning webs of fake conceits.

“How long to trust their filthy lies?
How long to live with blindfolded eyes?”
Not for them, these questions’ sting —
They curse the soul and God’s own king.

Bio-trash — just flush it down!
Into sewers of this town.
Only one command’s received —
From that soulless, soulless machine.

Sharper than a rat’s own ear,
Reptile’s senses, cold and clear.
Rats run from the darkest night,
Not to warmth but out of sight.

Trash is told it’s crown of man —
Spawn of Lucifer’s dark plan.
Worshippers of vile scum,
Children bred to rot and numb.

Kids fed lies, and greed, and hate,
Money piles and Judas’ fate.
Power fiends with roosters’ crow,
Built a furnace, fed the glow.

Burn the trash, increase the lies,
Poison flow that never dies.
Only trash can claim “cure’s way” —
Cowards jab themselves away.

Better poison in the vein,
Than fascist filth that stains the plain.
In hot wars, for pig-like swine,
Chosen syringes, fate’s decline.

Stir the trash to fight and kill,
Fuel the rage, the darkened will.
Their own scum will tear and bite —
Neighbors turned to fiends in night.

Your doctor’s liar, cop a brute,
Filthy hands and sick pursuit.
Not a cure, but twisted game —
Sickest hell in human name.

Such is trash — such filthy days,
Rot and stink in endless haze.
Hell’s own spawn on earth’s foul ground —
If it’s hell, then burn it down!

Sun now burns with ruthless flame,
Wipes the devil’s filth and shame.
Scorch to ash, leave none alive —
Hell’s foul stench will not survive.

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Road to Hell

Worn-out sneakers on your feet,
Darkness drapes the road ahead.
New clothes made of endless deceit,
Walking through the stinking dread.

The road stretches far and wide,
You run — no time to stall.
Wait just a bit — and you’ll slide
Straight into Hell’s cruel thrall.

From Hell to Hell the path will wind —
A cursed, never-ending round.
Only fools will ever find
Joy where monsters feast and hound.

Hell’s fatigue weighs down your bones,
Chains of darkness everywhere.
All that’s left are aching tones —
Your soul’s the only thing you bear.

Don’t trade your soul for scraps of food,
Don’t heed the lies they spin.
Blame no fate in this black feud —
No escape from hell within.

Underneath the fascist’s rule,
The whole world rots and stands.
Run or stay — you’re still the fool,
Doomed to fall by evil hands.

Soon the Sun will blaze and burn,
Scorch the shadows, black and deep.
Ashes from the dark will churn —
Smoke will rise where demons creep.

When the smoke and grime have cleared,
A new world will arise.
In its light, the beast is feared —
Gone will be the monster’s lies.

That filth, the soulless fiends,
Rule hellish realms so vast.
Spreading traps and wicked schemes,
We suffer their cruel blast.

Lies and snares will fade away,
Be ready to confront
The abyss where half-beasts prey —
Remember, victory’s hunt.

Take one last glance to see,
Etch the darkness in your mind.
To win forever, be free —
And leave that Nothingness behind.

We live in Nothingness —
No path is worse for soul.
Fools dwell in false caress,
Darkness grips the whole.

Change your worn-out shoes again —
Soon the darkness will expire.
With it go the lies and pain —
Burn away hell’s toxic mire.

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Road to Hell

Sneakers worn to threadbare rags,
Darkness chokes the endless road.
Fake new clothes, lies — devil’s tags,
Walking deep in Hell’s abode.

From Hell to Hell — no way out,
Only fools find “joy” in pain.
Monsters feast, the lost all shout,
Doomed to run this cursed plain.

Hell weighs heavy on your bones,
Chains of dark and endless night.
Only soul survives the groans —
Don’t sell it cheap, don’t lose the fight.

Fascist scum run this dead world,
Truth is crushed beneath their heel.
Run or stay — the lies unfurl,
Hell’s the fate they seal.

Sun will burn the dark away,
Smoke will clear the cursed lies.
New world dawns, the beasts decay,
Freedom lights the skies.

Beasts and liars hold their reign,
But their reign will end in fire.
Face the abyss, embrace the pain —
Fight until the pyre.

Remember this: we’re Nothingness,
No worse fate for spirit’s road.
Change your shoes, refuse the mess —
Burn away hell’s load.

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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist filth,
Traitors of the mind and soul.
Heartless rot that brings no guilt,
Empty shells with deadly goal.

Cowards fight the innocent,
"Art of war" twists into shame.
First you flee the battleground,
Then shoot civilians — no blame.

Send the innocents to Hell,
Be a "hero" in their eyes.
Among the meek, you’ll feast and yell,
As your own demise soon flies.

When you’re crippled, torn, or lost,
Shoot the peaceful — beasts, you’re near
The edge where Hell will pay the cost,
No place for scum will appear.

Devils choke on filthy waste,
Hell’s no room for rotten scum.
But we all rot here embraced —
In a world dumb and numb.

This is not life, but death —
Global fascism spreads its blight.
Feeding fools with poisoned breath,
Dimming reason’s fragile light.

Betrayal’s now routine,
Like coughing fits it comes and goes.
You’re consumed in Hell’s ravine
If your mind’s weak and slow.

Most are sold-out, meek, and blind,
Few resist the fascist tide.
The "brave fool" is redefined —
By fascism, his soul has died.

Darkness thickens, evil grows,
Fascism’s poison deepens still.
But the mind’s true power shows:
When soul and logic fit the bill,

You break free from rotten schemes —
The last faint gasp of fascist reign.
Deaf and dumb in their extremes,
Lost in Hell’s eternal chain.

The worst remain in new Hell’s grip,
Jackals of fascist breed.
Monsters reap their rightful trip,
While foolish crowds recede.

Fascism and decay —
History’s final end.
Heaven’s purge will sweep away —
Evil crowned — its bitter send.

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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist scum,
Mindless traitors, soulless slime.
Rot that makes the whole world numb,
Stinking plague of endless crime.

Cowards shoot the innocent,
"War’s art" twisted into lies.
First you flee, then kill, then vent
On the meek, beneath cold skies.

Send the peaceful straight to Hell,
Wear your badge of murder proud.
Feast among the brainwashed shell,
Raise your toast to death’s dark cloud.

When you’re maimed or crippled, blind,
Shoot the peaceful, spit in grace.
Hell’s gates closing — scum confined,
No salvation for your race.

Devils choke on filth they bred,
Hell’s no room for worthless trash.
Yet here rot the walking dead,
World’s cesspool — vile and brash.

This ain’t life — it’s death’s domain,
Global fascism reigns supreme.
Feeding fools on lies and pain,
Killing hope, crushing dreams.

Betrayal’s common as dirt,
Like a cough that won’t let go.
Hell’s abyss will claim the hurt
Of every mind too weak to grow.

Most are sold-out, lost, and cheap,
Few resist the fascist beast.
"Brave fools" march to their own heap,
Souls extinguished, hope deceased.

Darkness thickens, evil breeds,
Fascism’s poison sharpens still.
But mind and soul, when freed, exceed
Their venom, break the kill.

Logic pure and spirit fierce,
Smash the rotten, kill the lies.
Fascism’s death throes pierce
The deaf, dumb fools’ demise.

Jackals rule the darkest pit,
Fascist vermin claim their due.
Monsters rot in their own shit,
While the dumb remain their crew.

Fascism, decay, disgrace —
The final chapter’s writ in fire.
Heaven’s purge will cleanse this place —
Evil crowned in funeral pyre.

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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist filth,
Soul-less trash, vermin’s spawn.
Brains turned mush, no guilt or wilt,
Rotting scum that drags us down.

Cowardly bastards shoot the meek,
"War" — a sick, perverted game.
First you run, then gut and sneak,
Pour hellfire on the tame.

Send the innocents to graves,
Call yourself a hero, fool.
Feeding on the weak like slaves,
Drowning in your bloody pool.

When you’re torn and broken, lost,
Shoot the peaceful — kill with glee.
Hell’s gates slam, the scum get tossed,
No mercy for your breed.

Demons drown in shit they made,
Hell’s running out of room.
We’re all rotting, souls decayed,
Walking dead consumed by gloom.

This ain’t living — it’s death’s clutch,
Global fascism’s black reign.
Feeding fools their poisoned touch,
Murdered minds, eternal pain.

Betrayal’s cheap, a constant drip,
Like a cough that never quits.
Hell’s maw swallows all who slip,
Broken, beaten, mindless shits.

Most are sold, corrupted, blind,
Few resist the fascist horde.
"Brave" fools marching, soul resigned,
Dead inside, a hollow chord.

Darkness thickens, evil grows,
Fascism’s venom strikes like knives.
But sharpest minds and spirit flows
Will shred their lies and kill their lives.

Logic pure, fierce spirit’s flame,
Crush the cancer, burn the lies.
Fascism’s last, pathetic game —
Doomed to die beneath wise eyes.

Jackals thrive in cesspools deep,
Fascist vermin breed and crawl.
Monsters rot in filth and reap
What they sowed — the world’s downfall.

Fascism’s end — decay, disgrace,
The final reckoning draws near.
Heaven’s cleansing fire will erase
Evil’s crown, its reign of fear.

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Мера идиотизма, или Отрицательный отбор

Мерка: примерка.
Не идиот —
Не попадёшь
В Избранный Сброд.
Но Душу спасёшь.
"Верх" — самое Дно:
С дрожжами говно.
Вновь Жижа течёт
("Нектар, идиот!")
В послушный Злу мир =>
И Супер-Говно
В нём новый кумир.
А также чрез СМРАДы
ЦеУ дуракам:
Внимать гады рады —
Всемирный Бедлам
В Цифровую Психушку
Тюремного типа
Превращается быстро,
Ведь все "страны" — липа.

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Сайт поэта

Говнобот стихи "читает",
Посетителей же нет.
Пусть на миг, решимость тает —
Не осилить мира БРЕД.

Впрочем, не твоя забота:
Если пишется — пиши,
Ведь стихи не для "народа" —
Для спасения Души.

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"Пионеры" без меры
Во всевластьи Химеры:
Мудозвон "станет первым",
Ведь затуплены нервы,
Толстокожесть рекордна
И промыты мозги
(Ложь как грех первородный) —
Вновь не видно ни зги!

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Ложь без меры — пионеры
Вдохновляются примером
Мерзости с добра личиной:
"Настоящие мужчины"
Встанут в ряд, который Гад
В Тьму направит, дури рад.

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Аделаида: море ст`ыда
В барановирусный фашизм —
Как дуче или фюрер гнида
Ваш губернатор. Кретинизм

Народца также впечатляющ.
Шмурдяк, намордник — поделом,
Когда повсюду исчезающ
Борец с всемирным лживым Злом.

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Кусание локтей
В Среде Тупых Страстей
Распространённый спорт,
Но идиот упёрт:
Не учат ничему
Падения — "уму"
Подвластны лишь слова
Чужие: голова
Чтоб есть или кричать.
А снова всё начать —
Ну просто "Отче наш".
Такой гнилой типаж
Три четверти народца:
Со Злом как здесь бороться?!

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"Настоящие мужчины"

"Настоящие мужчины" —
Оснащённые кретины:
Ложь — у всех; коль мент — дубинка;
"Золотая серединка"
У чинуши — "нашим", "вашим",
Чтоб сварить из взяток каши.
Методичек яд гандонам —
Злым тупым пропагандонам.
А учитель — просто швах:
На детишек сыплет прах
Лженауки, прочих мифов —
Он страшней сыпного тифа.
Дохтур лечит лже-заразы,
Что страшнее, чем проказа:
В головах сидят дебилов.
Дохтур стал фашизма силой —
Оснащён он шмурдяками,
Но уколом дураками
То считается. Отпад:
Злу покорный мерзкий гад,
Предавать за деньги рад,
Чем-то здесь ещё зовётся,
Кроме МРАЗИ... Всё зачтётся:
Подступает Катаклизм
Словно Страшный Суд. Фашизм
Уничтожит он с рабами —
"Граждан`ами"-дураками.
"Настоящие мужчины"
В Новый Ад — не без причины.
Единицы, что не гнутся,
Может быть, в "раю" очнутся.

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Righteous Wrath

The wrath that rises, fierce and bright,
Burns the Darkness from the mind —
From their “tree of knowing” blight
And the chaos left behind.

Since your childhood they’ve been shoving
All their filth into your head,
Just to break the will of thinking —
Till your inner voice is dead.

Once it’s gone, you swallow blindly
All their dogmas, call them “thought.”
Genius chokes — not accidentally,
Slime was bred and slime was taught.

It now spreads across the nations,
Feeds on minds like savage yeast —
Just a trap with fake salvation,
Free cheese — for the PRISON feast.

Exceptions? Rare. And that’s the glue
That holds the grand deceit intact.
Slime and chaos shape the stew
Where dumb sheep are bred in fact.

Madness reigns. The world’s infected.
Not with people — but with herds.
And the sparks of mind — neglected,
Crushed by ever-darkening words.

But righteous wrath restores the balance:
Mind beneath the Spirit’s flame.
Left or right? That’s sold-out malice.
Only fools play in that game.

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1.
Righteous rage will clear the brain —
Slime and dogmas die in flame.

2.
Free cheese breeds the prison herd.
Kill the lie. Unchain the word.

3.
Mind must kneel to Spirit’s call,
Or the herds will eat us all.

4.
Chaos fed you since the crib —
Now you’re nothing but a script.

5.
The wrath that burns is pure and just —
Crush the slime. Betray the dust.

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Mind must kneel to Spirit’s call,
Or the herds will eat us all.
Slime will crown the priest of lies —
And the world will rot in guise.

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The Shrinking World in Idiotic Minds

The world is shrinking — now insane,
A schizoid stares with fractured brain.
No need for Darkness to breed swine —
Just flood the world with lies — they’ll dine.

A mass of fools, the walking glitch,
Are now the norm — not some rare twitch.
In this low world of fraud and rot,
The BEASTS reign high. And think? They do not.

Control is grey — dull scheming thread.
The “president” is just brain-dead.
They herd the masses with a meme,
Then drive them into death’s machine.

The slaughter's planned, it’s not a whim,
Just like a city’s building scheme.
First — spread the stench through every screen,
Then — send the sheep to kill and scream.

The “enemy” — a media toy,
Designed for hate, consumed with joy.
They lie with speed, with perfect form —
A flawless, mind-erasing storm.

Stupidity’s industrial.
The media’s the holy hall.
Obey the lie — that’s now divine,
In this World's Decay Asylum shrine.

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1.
Lies now breed the perfect slave —
Marching blind into the grave.

2.
The media builds your "enemy" —
Then sends your kids to butchery.

3.
Obey the lie — adore the screen.
That’s how they wipe your mind clean.

4.
The beast won’t need eugenics now —
Just memes and fear — and you’ll bow.

5.
The idiot's world is sharp and small —
No thoughts allowed. Just march or fall.

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The Swarm

A mesh on the window —
Icon of dread.
The spit of the BEASTS
Can leave you half-dead.

One bite, and you’re fading —
They’re everywhere.
What’s the swarm’s name?
It’s “Judas,” I swear.

Their poison is lies,
Their needles are skilled.
The mob is insane —
And eager to kill.

They've stung you since birth,
These Judases swarm.
No cure on this earth
For filth in that form.

They’re countless — they grow,
Their faces seem meek,
So you won’t feel the blow
Till you’re too weak

To run. And there's nowhere
To hide from the spread:
This madness is airborne —
And all minds are dead.

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1.
They bite with lies, inject with dread —
You smile — and soon, you're brain-dead.

2.
Judas swarms in meek disguise —
Sweet their voice, but poison lies.

3.
No cure for beasts that wear your face —
They smile, then kill without a trace.

4.
Since birth you're stung by Judas flies —
And fed on sweet, infectious lies.

5.
The swarm grows silent, smooth, and slick —
One bite — and thinking makes you sick.

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Out-Goebbeling Goebbels

Big-mouth fools and brainless hacks,
March ahead — no turning back!
Europe rots, but don't you fear —
A New Scum Order’s drawing near.

A frail and gutless crowd obeys,
With slavery etched deep in bone.
We need a F;hrer — cold and crazed —
We love to serve. Just throw us tone.

Lie to us — but make it slick.
Scare us too, and do it quick.
The present stinks, it rots away,
But “Future” shines — a cheap display.

The herd can’t tell it’s bait, not fate,
They chase the trap with fishlike faith.
That "brighter future"? Always fake —
Just meat to lure us to our wraith.

And like a fish, we soon forget —
The hook is past, the bait is set.
The F;hrerlings rise, big and bold —
All they need? Just lies well told.

So lie! Lie louder, with more bile —
Out-Goebbels Goebbels with your style.
Lie meaner, leaner, make it raw —
Until there’s nothing left but jaw.

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1.
Out-Goebbels him — just lie and yell,
And lead the herd straight back to hell.

2.
Lie smoother. Lie with sharper teeth.
The crowd kneels down — the F;hrer breathes.

3.
The filth ascends, the thought is gone —
Just lie like hell — and march them on.

4.
"Future" glows — a rotten bait.
The mob forgets. The lies dictate.

5.
The more you lie, the more they cheer.
Truth is dead. The F;hrer’s near.

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The Shrinking Space of Inner Freedom

Youth — a vast and endless field,
Where thought and fire refused to yield.
The mind was fresh, the spirit wide —
But storms of "life" now start to slide.

The world contracts — the RUTINE grinds in,
And year by year it wraps you thin.
"Be a real man!" they bark and preach —
Forget your dreams. Stay out of reach.

Some fool obsessed with counting cash
Becomes “the man” — a walking trash.
He drops the Light of youth for gain,
And trades his joy for drudge and chain.

There is a line this shrinking draws:
Beyond it — rot and mindless laws.
A shell remains, the core is dead —
Was that what teenhood dreamed and bred?

But worst of all — you will not feel
This tightening grip, this slow-wound seal.
You will not fall — no, that’s too clear.
Just dullness creeping year by year.

And as your world grows small and fake,
The mind clings harder to the ache.
Loud compensation floods your head —
More noise, the more your soul is dead.

A Porsche won’t fix the inward drought
If your own thought has been burned out.
No path expands for those gone numb —
Who traded fire for chewing gum.

Only creation holds the key
To stop this inner mutiny.
There is no horror more obscene
Than daily rot and dumb routine.

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1.
Youth was fire, now it’s rust —
Trapped inside your own lost trust.

2.
The world shrinks, your mind gets tight —
Routine steals your inner light.

3.
No Porsche saves a caged mind’s cry —
Only art can break the lie.

4.
Dullness creeps, your soul’s undone —
Creation fights until it’s won.

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New Year’s Aggravation

“A dwarf was born — the New Year’s child,
A hunchback, wrinkled, ugly, wild,
A gloomy jester, skeptic’s part,
A sage afflicted in his heart.

‘So this is dear God’s shining light?
Where’s the sun? There’s none in sight!
Well, I’m no first to see the show —
No need to spoil my nerves, you know.’”

— Sasha Chorny, 1908

This “New” Year’s psychosis brings
A comfort faint to suffering things —
A world so tired of its rot,
Where bestial cruelty is the lot.

As norm, while purity, reason, truth,
Belong to outcasts — lost in youth.
The others howl in hateful chords:

Fascism frightens, so the horde
Defecates and follows blind,
To wars and “healing” of the mind —
Decay is everywhere defined.

Not long we’ll greet this “New” Year’s call —
Armageddon nears for all.
A punishment for those who broke
The Spirit’s flame — their final yoke.

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1.
New Year’s dwarf, a twisted lie —
No sun will light this poisoned sky.

2.
Fascist fear makes sheep obey —
Decay devours the light away.

3.
Armageddon’s at the door —
For spirits crushed, forevermore.

4.
The world rots, the fools cheer loud —
The New Year’s curse, a choking cloud.

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Slavery in the Gloom

Petty passions, narrow minds,
Crafty tricks of all designs.
Lies surge like a crashing wave —
Ninth wave burying the brave.

Bickering plots and heavy chains,
All within the mind’s dark plains.
Where’s the uprising? None in sight —
Slavery cloaked in shadowed night.

The gloom conceals, the children taught
To dull their minds in “school” for naught.
True Freedom’s thought is wiped away —
They’re trained to chew, obey, obey.

Work for crumbs, stay gray and blind,
Be the drone that won’t unwind.
Preserve your place, don’t stray, don’t think —
In the global camp’s iron clink.

Few resist, but evil’s wall
Blocks all cracks — ideas fall.
Yet the end approaches fast,
If you’ve reached the bottom’s grasp.

Explosion breaks the darkened chain —
Freedom comes through death and pain.
Out with rot, out with decay —
The last fight starts — no more delay.

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1.
Slavery’s chains are forged in mind —
Break the gloom, leave rot behind.

2.
In the camp of global lies,
Only death can free the wise.

3.
Few will rise against the wall,
But the rotten must soon fall.

4.
Darkness binds, but fire will wake —
Freedom burns with every break.

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Childhood and the "Education" Program

A pure, clean slate — defiled and marred,
They crap upon it, cold and hard.
All programs built by hidden foes —
A secret worm that no one knows.

This worm sucks dry the vital juice,
Poisons bodies, dulls the use.
Stupidity timed to arrive —
The child awaits fascist drive.

Freaks made stupid fill the ranks,
The majority that never thanks.
No one left to fight the dark,
Where darkness triumphs, leaves its mark.

The media finishes the job —
Turns the masses into blobs.
Two thirds fools in “people’s” name,
Lost in lies and shallow fame.

Work “for the master” seals the deal,
Dulling minds to numb and kneel.
Three quarters crushed beneath the press —
Non-humans in total stress.

CowID showed who wears the mask —
Fools who serve vile beasts, their task.
Slavery and gloom their fate —
Trapped inside this poisoned state.

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1.
A pure mind smeared and torn apart —
The worm of lies infects the heart.

2.
Fools wear masks and serve the beast —
Slavery’s grip will never cease.

3.
Two thirds fools, one world enslaved —
The program’s done, the herd’s been shaved.

4.
Work for masters, dull your spark —
Become a drone lost in the dark.

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The Mechanisms of Ego

“Grasping mechanisms” —
That’s most minds’ core disease.
The first step down to cretinism —
The triumph of crude ease.

You snatch at anything thrown your way —
But shit’s slipped in so fast.
In all this grasping, soul is lost —
And shit itself will last.

It does not kill, but lets you rot,
With honey-coated lies.
The Spirit’s rot will spread inside —
And very few are wise.

To identify with the “mechanism” —
What Earth calls ego’s reign —
Is to be crushed by matter’s hand:
Your Spirit ground to grain.

Ego and Spirit swing like seesaws —
One rises, one falls below.
From birth, the beasts spit nonsense lies —
From gloom, it’s time to grow.

Introspection helps, though scorned
By pseudo-science cults.
It strengthens resistance to the lies
Sold by corrupted dolts.

Look within for all answers —
But that is not the ego —
That’s Pure Spirit, long forbidden
By Satan’s servile show.

So they shove Freud and twisted tales
To guard the cretin’s throne —
To keep the “people” weak and dumb —
Forever silent, alone.

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1.
Ego grasps — the soul decays,
Spirit crushed in dark malaise.

2.
Not the ego, but the Light —
Seek within to win the fight.

3.
They sell Freud’s lies to keep us dumb,
While cretins beat their silent drum.

4.
Ego’s grip is prison bars —
Break free, rise beyond the stars.

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All Is Well!!!

“All is well” — they crave the pill
Of sugary lies that dull the will.
The only trouble’s in the start —
Laziness grips the stagnant heart.

Only in deserts do mirages rise —
But progress? Full of empty lies.
The TV box and press conspire —
The pioneers of zombified mire.

Old pioneers with fading eyes
Are fed new tales — historical lies.
“All is well” — we’ll conquer fear,
And march into a “world so clear.”

Metabolisms fixed, we’ll gorge and thrive —
Training ourselves to “heal” and survive.
We wait in anxious, eager throng —
Each one ready to chomp along.

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“All is well” — the marching call,
In that brave new world for all.
The guard on watch, from his high place,
Shouts freedom’s lie to the enslaved race.

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1.
“All is well!” the liars shout —
While freedom’s flame burns out.

2.
Pills of lies to dull the pain —
Marching blind into the chain.

3.
The guard’s voice cracks the sky —
“All is well!” — enslaved comply.

4.
Mirages feed the lazy mind —
True progress left far behind.

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Burning Bridges

The moment comes — a choice to make:
To cut loose ties, to break or fake.
Removing problems, clearing space —
Testing mind, and Spirit’s grace.

The key is sharp precision’s art —
To forge a path, to not depart.
If something blocks your vital drive,
Burn bridges down — keep dreams alive!

Burning bridges serves us well —
They leak the strength where shadows dwell.
Burn boldly — leave behind the slips
That trap you in your fears and dips.

Through bridges, lies have always passed —
False “news” from courts of shadows cast.
Crowds fell through bridges, one by one,
If you stand firm, you’re not alone.

Few find sense in this world’s grime —
Idiots blinded all the time.
The weight of choices made impress —
When all your power frees to bless.

No longer drained by tangled cords,
Creativity soars towards.

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1.
Burn the bridges — cut the chains,
Break the past, embrace new plains.

2.
No more lies through bridges come —
Burn them down, and beat the drum.

3.
Fear and doubt fall with the flame —
Burn the bridges, shed the shame.

4.
Choose your path — no turning back,
Burn the bridges, clear the track.

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Negentropy

If you stumble —
Rise up higher!
Or you’ll crumble —
Quiet as a shyer.

Energy’s path —
Not just storing.
Burn it up —
The fear’s restoring.

It’ll come back strong —
Negentropy’s fire.
Don’t be a fool —
Find other ways higher,

To multiply the Light
Within your soul,
Expel the madness
That would take control.

From childhood on,
The madness pounds,
Say “NO!” to Darkness —
That’s the only sound.

Soar up where
The climb is steep —
Centuries of work
For the peak to keep.

Rise turns to flight —
In a single spark.
The summit waits —
Reach out through the dark.

One true meaning,
No foolish lies.
Trapped in Hell —
The last fool dies.

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1.
Fall — rise higher, never small.
Negentropy will break your fall.

2.
Burn the fear, ignite the flame —
Light within will stake your claim.

3.
Say “No!” to darkness’ lies —
Fly beyond, where summit lies.

4.
Madness traps the fool in hell —
Only truth can break the spell.

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Mukti (Liberation)

A "Path" with no true way,
"Thoughts" without the Spirit’s sway...
Going to the camp? —
Die, you bastards, die today!

The Sun will burn
The madhouse whole —
Every freak will perish,
Dead beyond control.

The light is shining now:
Results for all the scum.
Though they lie like “demigods,”
Their reign is over, done.

To hell with lies,
To hell with fiends!
Mukti’s light will blaze
For subtle beings.

Save your soul:
Fight the Hell,
Don’t despair,
Don’t rot with Hell’s shell.

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1.
Pathless path, no spirit’s light —
Die, foul bastards, lose the fight!

2.
Sun will scorch the madhouse vile —
Every freak will die in style.

3.
Lies and fiends will burn away —
Mukti’s light will break the gray.

4.
Save your soul, fight Hell’s decay —
Don’t rot, don’t kneel, don’t fade away.

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Direct Vision

A transmission beyond words or script,
Pure Insight’s truth, no mind’s tight grip.
The end of Reason’s tortured reign,
The needle where the Deathless wane.

Darkness rules the conscious plane,
Fed from childhood, strong its chain.
It spoils our genes, forgetfulness
Drags souls beneath, into distress.

But first attune your “receiver” fine —
Turn on your courage, trust the sign.
To flee the stinking nursery’s grip,
Find kindred spirits — and equip

The means of link, the sacred way.
There’s much to do — no easy sway.
If you give in, all hope is lost —
The fiend and dread will claim their cost.

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1.
Tune your soul, ignite the light —
Escape the dark, begin the fight.

2.
Beyond the mind, pure vision flows —
The path to truth is what you chose.

3.
Darkness binds from earliest days —
Stand firm, resist, break free always.

4.
Give up — and lose to fear and spite.
Fight on — reclaim your inner sight.

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Outsider

Forever strange,
Forever lone —
Such is your road...
But if you’re not
A fool or beast,
You’ll leave behind
This cursed feast —

This hellish plague
Of lies and fear...
If not a jerk,
You’ll find it clear:
You’ll leave the town —
A row of sins —
This vile zoo —
Where chaos wins!

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Manifest of the Outsider

You’re always alien — never home,
A stranger walking paths alone.
But if you’re not a fool or fiend,
Escape this plague, this cursed scene.

Leave behind the city’s shame,
Where lies and terror stake their claim.
This vile zoo, this prison’s grip,
Where virtues drown and morals slip.

Refuse the herd, the brutal tide,
Stand firm with truth your only guide.
Break free from chains of rot and pain —
Reclaim your soul, begin again!

The world’s a pit of twisted sins,
But change begins when one begins.
Be that spark — the fire, the sword —
The outsider wielding the Word.

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Fear and Frailty

Chip and Dale rush to aid,
Cipollino’s fired, unafraid.
Among the bipeds — fear and frail,
Those bipeds only wait and wail.

They pray and hope for this to fall,
Satan’s gaze upon them all.
So many fiends, so black and cold,
No gallows enough to hold.

They’d hang them all in courtyards bare,
If fascism burns through despair,
Reducing half the world to dust —
A scorched earth ruled by hate and rust.

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Sophistry

The tool of endless word deceit —
The tongue, so sharp with lies complete.
All tricks refined by Judas’ hand,
By bogus scholars’ cursed band.

The world’s madhouse built so fast,
With "school" as base to dull the past.
The feeble minds are reshaped to fit
A Satan’s plan, a vile writ.

They flood the earth with total lies,
Like cesspools filled with filthy cries.
To kill is easy — just one lie,
Cut off the truth, let freedom die.

The traitor-scholar, clownish fake,
No retreat — forever sold his stake.
Once a whiner, now fascist’s beast,
A fading man, a monster’s feast.

Around, the zombies rule the day,
Few wise remain, soon swept away.
Soon prisons, bombs forgotten be —
A global camp built by fools, you see.

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Manifesto Against Sophistry

Words have been twisted into chains,
Tongues sharpened to spread deceits and pains.
Crafted lies from Judas’ hand,
Built a madhouse across the land.

“Schools” turned minds to empty shells,
Rewired souls into Satan’s spells.
Flooded with lies, a cesspool of rot,
Freedom’s flame crushed, truth forgot.

Traitors in labs and clowns in power,
Forever sold, they rule this hour.
Once weak voices now fascist beasts,
Monsters feeding on reason’s feast.

Zombies swarm where wisdom fades,
A world enslaved in dark charades.
Prisons and bombs soon lost to time —
A global camp built on fools’ crime.

Rise up! Break free from their snare!
Reject the lies, breathe freer air!
Fight the plague of blind deceit —
Or watch the fall of all you meet.

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Democratic Crap-ism

“Benefit” for all the crapocracy,
And petty grassroot “humanism” spree —
Preachers of doom and traitor’s chant,
Injecting Judeo-fascist rant.

They sell it “democratic” — pure trash,
Feeding fools a lying mash.
Tactful dulling of every mind —
So much nonsense, it’s world gone blind.

The globe’s a madhouse pizza place —
Even “Pizza Gate” has found its space!
All lies adorned in cheap disguise,
Fake science fuels this evil rise.

The peak of madness, democratic styled —
Hitler, Goebbels spin, reviled.
Insanity now normal, plain —
Two thirds fools and crazed insane... It’s all in vain.

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Alchemy

Take pauses often in your mind:
Lies and slanders everywhere you find.
Since childhood, reactive, not your own,
Judgments rushed, hyperactive, overblown.

Within yourself, the answers dwell —
If you just pause, break the spell.
You’ll see the freaks, the liars’ play,
Expose the falsehoods, clear the way.

Critical mind and soul’s alchemy —
A direct gaze inside, you see.
It changes all, makes spirits pure,
Your hell’s resistance, strong and sure.

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Manifesto of the Inner Alchemist

Pause — take space within your mind,
Amidst the lies and noise unkind.
From childhood’s grip, reactive chains,
Break free from all the rash refrains.

In stillness lies the deepest truth,
Answers born beyond uncouth.
See through masks of liars’ guise,
Expose the false — unveil the lies.

With critical eye and soul refined,
Alchemy of spirit and mind.
Gaze inward, fierce, direct, and clear,
Transform your hell — no room for fear.

This is your power, your true art,
To forge the soul, to heal the heart.
Rise as the alchemist within,
And let the real true life begin.

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First Encounter

The “lovers” meet — the trade begins,
All hypocrisy, no meeting’s been!
Only images collide —
Of “partner” selves, four sides wide.

“Love’s by ears” — just feeding lies,
Money’s blinded all the skies.
Ego’s strong — can’t love at all,
Mind is weak, vain, doomed to fall.

So enough with love’s fake talk —
Few can walk that honest walk.
Endless repeat of this charade,
Where no one’s more than empty shade.

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Mercantile — Infantile

Mercantile, infantile,
On the Path to Light — be spiritual.
In this world, you’re quite a fool,
While most are beasts, a savage pool.

Don’t grow greed within the pens —
Run away, break free from dens.
Weakness grows where lies are law,
Deception’s rule, the devil’s claw.

Infantilism bred by dumb,
Spirit’s rot — the fiends’ foul sum.
Youth lost in false fog and haze —
A fate for all in dark malaise.

Grown? Is greed your only gain?
If so, you’re just a hollow strain.

Intuition, critic’s eye —
These alone help you fly.
Discard the “self,” that heavy load —
With it, you won’t reach the road.

Pure Spirit cannot stammer,
Nor can Light inflict a hammer.
Stop echoing the lie’s loud bray —
Throw all that wretched trash away.

From childhood’s grasp, it floods your mind,
A filthy storm, the worst mankind.
The false world pounds with endless spite,
Killing pure Spirit’s flickering light.

Forward — bravely inward go,
Let fiends’ grip not reach your soul.
If your critical sense you grow,
Rejecting lies that poison flow.

Though evil strikes in cycles grim,
Monotony will show their whim:
Their efforts primitive and bleak —
Schizophrenia — not thoughts, but freak.

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Manifesto of Awakening

Reject the mercantile, infantile sway —
True spirit walks the Lighted way.
In this world of beasts and lies,
Most are slaves in false disguise.

Don’t nurture greed inside the pen,
Break the chains — be free again!
Where lies rule, the spirit dies,
Deception’s law, the devil’s prize.

Infantilism breeds decay,
Youth lost in fog, led far astray.
If grown, but crave just gain and greed,
You’re hollow, empty — doomed to bleed.

Trust intuition, sharpen mind,
Discard the “self” that drags behind.
Pure Spirit neither stammers nor strikes,
Light cannot wound — but evil spikes.

Silence lies, reject their throng,
Purge the mind of endless wrong.
Though evil cycles come and go,
Monotony reveals their show.

Grow your strength, defy their schemes,
Awake! Break free from poisoned dreams.
Fight with clarity, see their plight —
Resist the darkness, claim the Light!

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Slave’s Collar

The bright “wicked ones” go unseen,
Their minds intact within the night.
The world grows shamed, a tainted scene —
No one will hear your warning fight.

Only media’s deafening call
Leads fools to battle, “healing” schemes.
The fences fall, and crowds will sprawl,
A herd amassed by cruel regimes.

Oppose the media — you’re the fiend
In eyes of fools who can’t discern.
To fools, the slave’s collar’s esteemed —
Like ties at feasts, they’ll spurn and turn.

The slave’s mind’s madness — wild and blind,
Its collar’s name fits to a T.
The fiends don’t dwell in evil’s kind —
Each slave defends their misery.

In sticky fear and senseless drudge,
They think themselves both strong and free.
In lies and darkness, they just trudge —
Like fish within a poisoned sea.

Speak of freedom — fool recoils,
As if you’d drag them to the shore.
Escape is naught within these coils —
The herd of fools is vast, and more.

The proud fools, many in their ranks,
The honest few grow day by day.
The end’s pre-set; no second chance —
The pen of evil closes sway.

Soon will come the final hour,
When fight’s denied, the noose is drawn:
To burn the dark with primal power,
And shatter cages made by dawn.

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Manifesto of the Collar-Breakers

The brightest souls remain unseen,
While night consumes the shameful scene.
The world grows blind, deaf to the cries—
Media chains control the lies.

To stand against the herd’s dull roar,
Marks you a fiend they all deplore.
The slave’s collar, tight and grim,
Binds the mind, enslaves the limb.

Fools defend their prison’s hold,
In fear and darkness, bought and sold.
They think themselves both free and strong,
Yet swim in lies that last so long.

Speak of freedom—meet their scorn,
Escape’s denied, their minds are torn.
The herd is vast, the few grow thin,
The final act will soon begin.

Rise now! Tear the collar’s chain,
Break the silence, end the pain!
Burn the pens of dark deceit—
Claim the light, refuse defeat!

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The End of History

A helpless foe,
With Darkness at your back.
How primitive and low—
To dodge the mental crack,

To side with beasts,
To crush and grind them down,
To kill a world deceived,
And steal the birthright crown.

All rights given at birth,
For every human soul,
Decay has reached its earth—
No war left to control.

War is just a cleanup,
Deceit the cruelest tool,
The sneering, sadistic fraud
That governs every rule.

From childhood, lies uphold
The falsehood’s heavy weight.
No peace, no rest—
From birth to final fate.

Goebbels serves as model clear,
A “pioneer” he stands.
A slave to lies, held dear—
In herds across all lands.

“Pioneer” until death,
Forever on the trail,
Believe the beasts,
And join the herd’s frail wail.

They’ll name the herd with fancy words,
“Great ideas” on command.
But all are lies beneath the surface,
To kill the heart’s command.

The heartless freaks ascend,
The madhouse lifts them high.
This global mob commands,
Where man and beast comply.

Few humans left among the herd—
That’s why the end is near.
This time has come to close the book:
The end of History’s year.

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Manifesto: The End of the Age

The foe is weak — yet Darkness backs their might,
Primitive minds choose to embrace the blight.
They side with beasts to crush and to destroy,
A world enslaved, stripped bare of every joy.

Rights born with us trampled underfoot,
Decay’s deep root, no war left to dispute.
Deceit rules all — the cruelest, coldest art,
A world built on lies, that breaks the human heart.

From childhood fed with lies that never cease,
No rest until the soul’s released.
The masters of deceit parade as guides,
And herd the masses, mindless, dumb, and tied.

They brand the slaves “pioneers” in name,
Trapped in the system’s sickening game.
To follow beasts, to join the hollow herd —
Is to betray the truth with every word.

The heartless rise, insanity their crown,
The few who stand are pushed and beaten down.
This is the hour — the final, closing scene:
The end of History, lost and obscene.

But in this darkness, sparks of truth ignite,
Awake! Resist! Reclaim the sacred Light!
Break every chain, shatter every lie,
Let spirit soar, let freedom multiply!

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Manifesto Battle Cries

Break the chains!
Shatter the lies!
Light the fire —
Watch darkness die!

No more slaves,
No more fools,
Reject the herd,
Destroy their rules!

Awake the mind,
Defy the beast,
From heart to soul —
Let freedom feast!

Tear down the cage,
Burn false control,
Rise from the ashes —
Claim back your soul!

Truth is a sword,
Justice the shield,
Stand unbroken,
Never yield!

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Satanic Cartoons

Cartoons on the remote —
Not just TV fare,
People like mere screws afloat,
Money moves the air.

Money drives the scripts,
Propaganda weaves,
Cults and falsehoods in tight grips,
Pseudoscience deceives.

Chasing cash alone —
Money is the fetish,
Fools are ruled by lies well known,
Silent, smooth, and fresh.

Genocide you’ll see,
If you’re no puppet’s pawn,
You’ll hate the evil spree—
Satanism’s dawn!

Monsters hold the remote tight,
Devil writes the plot,
Fascist heroes on the screen’s light,
In hellish scenes they’re caught.

Satanism and fascism
Poison every frame.
Cartoons shove enemas
Into the brain’s domain.

With battle lies they end the tale,
Destroying God’s pure spark,
The climax of the devil’s veil,
A world grown cold and dark.

Yet in their trance they seek delight,
Consuming lies so deep,
On screen it’s progress, not the blight —
But darkness won’t sleep.

The fairy tale nears its doom—
Disaster’s curtain fall,
By monsters’ wicked, cruel broom,
No happy end at all.

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Satanic Cartoons

Cartoons control the remote,
Money rules, they write the plot.
Lies invade the fool’s dull mind—
Satan’s cult is all they’ve got.

Brainwashed by the devil’s hand,
Fascist tales infect the screen.
Falsehood’s poison spreads like fire—
Killing God’s eternal gleam.

End is near, the tale grows dark,
No more hope, no happy spark.

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Satan’s screen, the devil’s lie,
Cartoons kill what won’t comply.
Falsehood rules, the light will die —
Fight or fade, no alibi!

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Displacement

Displacement’s not so hard to find —
Reject the lies, the falsehoods blind.
Let fiends lie shameless all they will,
But multiply your strength and skill.

Displacement is the very start —
Not just to dance around the hearth.
A way to guard what’s best in you,
To care not for the foolish crew.

For slaves are dull, and most conform,
The path of knowledge, sharp and worn,
Is easier walked alone and pure,
Clear sight will help you to endure.

You’ll see the clouds of madness rise,
Expose the rotten, hateful lies.
Falsehood rules with ruthless hand,
Cain’s deceit burns through the land.

Today they kill with lies, it’s true —
CowID revealed the view.
Displacement’s simple, clear, and plain,
If your own mind still shall remain.

The soulless dead surround us all,
No heart, no thought — a vacant thrall.
SOT — save bodies, not just cries,
Amid the filth where decay lies.

Displacement fights that grim decay,
A battle fierce — we all must pay.
The world brought low, now close to end,
And reckoning will soon descend.

No clouds above — pure darkness reigns,
Complete despair — the madhouse chains.

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Displaced, but not destroyed,
Reject the lies, destroy the void.
Fiends may flood the world with shame,
But clear your mind, resist the game.

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Chemtrails

The "sky" — a reckless myth,
Here Hell walks incarnate.
Above the land — a vulture’s pith?
No, just a sellout’s fate!

The fiends have crushed it all,
Their lies — like "Our Father" spoken.
And what’s the answer? Whining’s call!
Madness left unbroken.

The soul’s replaced by stench and shame,
The mind is killed — no saving.
Too late to curse, too late to blame —
The sky will burn the craving.

That light will burn the madhouse down,
A rotten global lie.
They make a world of cattle drown,
Beneath that poisoned sky.

Lace trails spin across the blue —
The scoundrels feel the ending.
Reflect the light? It’s over, through,
No saving or defending.

The price for killing Spirit’s breath
Is doom — a grim reward.
What’s left? A void, a cult of death,
The servants of the Lord.

Multiply your righteous rage —
The answer to the Hell:
To genocide, lies on the stage,
The foul worldwide smell.

If in your wrath your mind should die —
A sign for skies above:
You’ll move beyond this hellish lie,
To realms of truth and love.

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False Images and Total Lies

Imposed images repeat,
Lies compass fools’ direction.
All is overgrown with cheat —
Reality’s dejection.

We “live” as in a tale,
But Ivan Fool’s unmasked.
In kingdoms where all fail,
Chaos reigns unmasked.

The compass drives to stalls,
Wool grows where minds were free.
Lies flow like spirits’ calls —
Hangover: IDIOCY.

Here work vile cabals,
Crafting memes and stories.
Endless schemes and protocols,
No truth in all their glories.

Screen monkeys feed the news,
While readers face the bars.
Madmen charge with bleating crews,
Soon chaos mars the stars.

Those images — like comics,
A mess without connection.
Made evil for sly gimmicks,
To split the mind’s direction.

Emotions, images —
But thoughts are fully gone.
All turns to madness’ pages —
Disgusting, raging scorn.

In fools’ minds, rubbish grows —
Three quarters of the herd.
Add villains who impose
Control through twisted words.

Responsive only to
A slurry false and weak,
Named “ours” by shadow’s crew —
The dumb obey, not speak.

Called “normal,” stupidity
Has plagued the world for long.
They call it “stability,”
“Development” in song.

Shit grows by itself, they say,
Yeast added in this mess —
False images, lies betray,
Onward, world, regress!

Build your camps, and seek relief
From darkness falsely sown.
Strive for happiness — but grief
If you’re a microbe grown.

Then joy and bliss decline —
Your pants are full of shame.
Push forward, more in line —
Obey the Devil’s claim!

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False Lies Breed Slaves

Fools are led by lies like dogs,
Images fake, like comic clogs.
Brains cut off, souls split apart —
Total lies enslave the heart.

Truth is crushed, the herd obeys,
Dumb and blind in wicked ways.
World’s a shitshow, rotten core —
Wake the hell up, fight this war!

Camp of liars, breed of slaves,
Darkness rules, the spirit caves.
Rise, resist — don’t feed the beast,
Or you’ll be lost — the devil’s feast!

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The Asylum

Psychopaths, psychopaths —
Countless as the night!
Not just fools, but madness
In a clinic’s blight.

The world’s grown dumb and hollow,
Falsely made that way.
Lies strike like poison arrows —
Woe that won’t decay.

Schizophrenic miasma
Fills the toxic air.
For decay’s success —
Dark forces everywhere.

Poison food, poison water,
Spread the vile deceit,
Watch the world degrade,
Fall broken at your feet.

Cut the bonds, make atomized
A world of selfish fiends —
Hell’s own creatures rise:
Satan reigns supreme.

Psychiatrists forced to tend
What little mind remains.
Satan’s grip grows tighter,
Insanity sustains.

Don’t lose your mind to crowds,
The dumb, the sheep, the slaves,
Become a slave or traitor,
Chained by lies and graves.

Enough madness in this asylum —
Global, wide, and deep.
New wars matter little
When minds are put to sleep.

If not wise with your own head,
You’ll fall to scum’s sharp knives.
To rule the fools —
You must weed the lies.

These weeds grow thick and endless,
Corruption floods the land.
The fiends will drown us all soon
In lies that plague the sand.

Soulless cattle — the mission
Of these fiends and their war.
They fight the Pure Spirit —
Souls the prize they score.

If you don’t see this evil,
And choose not to fight,
You’ll boil like a frog,
Reborn a goat in spite.

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Over the Edge...

Dumbass fools, deceivers above —
All stupid as corks, all ruthless, all shove.
Boldness is bliss, and brains are poison —
Selling out’s the only chosen horizon.

A herd rushes down this track,
Straight to Hell — no turning back.
Fools have wrecked the single lane,
So pour a drink — no sober gain.

This train won’t last, it’s doomed to crash,
The track will blow — into the trash.
Decay’s a story told in lies,
A shitstorm spawned by media’s cries.

You’ll choke on news even en route,
But few awake and bear the truth.
They planned their path — the scum’s a pack,
Herding all like cattle back.

Media’s poison — sarin, gas,
Drives the Spirit out so fast.
Left are shells — scrap or freight,
When lines run out, so runs the fate.

Reason gone, the Spirit crushed,
Herd and cargo — doomed and hushed.
Just need to wipe them all away,
The stench will clear, fresh winds will sway.

Mother Earth chokes on the media’s blight,
The dumb herd lost all will to fight.
Once obedient idiots, now mere cattle,
Few hold Mind and Spirit in battle.

They die like birds in cages small,
Midst dung flies buzzing in their thrall.
Spirit to Spirit, dust to dust,
The edge draws near — betray your trust.

So cast off fear, reject all lies —
This world you’ve outgrown, be wise.
If you thought and fought, stood strong,
Never broke, never sold out wrong.

If Spirit’s honor stayed your guide,
You’ll walk away with soul and pride.

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Negative Selection

Wasted talents crowd like grass in wild woods,
They hype the “speculators,” the pop for the goods.
The world is speculation, a fog, a lie,
What serves decay—support it, amplify.

Reverse selections, dictatorship, genocide,
All hiding in holes while the proven scum lies.
They test you strict—Satan’s grip is tight:
If you hold a spark of God, they’ll drag you down to night.

There you’ll stew in the sewer’s muck,
Till rot consumes you and all is stuck.
Talent’s meant for fighting Evil’s throne,
So talents are crushed—Evil’s seed is sown.

All Satan’s “infants” will back the haze,
That drags the mind deep into a drunken daze.
Corrupt fools spread their stench everywhere,
“Art” decays, while Spirit, Honor, Conscience disappear.

“Science”—a nightmare, pure sham and disgrace,
The story of a land sunk deep in disgrace.
The world’s a prison where traitors reign,
Where talents were born, only torturers remain.

Their pact’s eternal, corruption’s their crown,
These bastards are rotten, no longer humans around.
When all is rotten, maybe new seeds will rise,
But for now, the idiot rattles his chains and lies.

Chains of lies, feeding the total deceit,
They grasp nothing—only illusions repeat.
Only the Spiritual Light has true worth,
Else soulless slaves fall down, falling from birth.

The bottom is pierced; soon all will decay,
The stench is so thick, only fire clears the way.
And the Sun has begun to burn the slaves,
Their masters too—this is what it paves.

Chains piled high—over-slavery, shame, and gloom,
People scurry like mice in holes, embracing their doom.

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Нейтронная бомба лжи

Обещаньем на закланье
Вновь ведут баранов в ряд.
Подлой ложью истязанье —
Что там бомба иль снаряд?!

Лишь сравнить с нейтронной бомбой —
Шкурки целы, а Душа
Улетучится. Как тромбы
Страхи — их нагнать спешат.

Тромб в умишках — мир бараний
На глаза натянут днесь:
То говнидом истязанье
Показало чётко. Весь

Глупый мир идёт в Концлагерь
Современный, цифровой —
Красный крест на белом флаге:
Пропаганды клич и вой

Всем втемяшит — там забота!
И пойдут стада бодрей.
Раньше были идиоты
Большинством, теперь сильней

Разложение — скотами
Ныне стало большинство.
Управление стадами
Через СМРАДы: торжество

ТВАРЕЙ, тех что миром правят,
Завершается — салют.
Будни следом: в них отравят
Шмурдяками — ложью новою ДОбьют.

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Мистицизм Кали-юги

Истончается терпенье.
"Гибкость" к чёрту! — сплошь Маразм,
Страхи, Ложь и Разложенье;
СМРАДы ныне словно газ

Боевой — весь мир отравлен
(Показали то в говнид).
Также, в целом, обезглавлен:
Под контролем мерзких гнид —

Тех, что служат Тварям Ада,
В идол превративши мзду
За предательства. Не в радость
Темп падения — узду

Старую меняют Твари,
Строя Лагерь Цифровой.
Как лягушку мир там сварят
Медленно, что не впервой.

Коль всмотреться в индо-юги,
Этот мир большой котёл.
И чем дальше, Духа вьюги
Реже — давит произвол.

Охлади свой ум — в Мир Духа
Постарайся улететь.
Пекло. Исключеньем Вьюга.
Мистицизм — в неё успеть.

Но не сварят как лягушку —
Солнце раскаляет Ад
Всё сильнее. Душу слушай,
ЛИШЬ ЕЁ, — тогда не гад.

Так моменты исключений
Ощутишь, быть может, ты.
Катаклизмом истребленье
Началось — мирку кранты.

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The Copper Lid

The brain-crushing machine begins —
That creeping fascist virus wins.
It masks itself in “care” and “grace” —
A slaughterhouse with smiling face.

Then came the Sheepovirus plague:
CowID erased the reasoned leg
The world once stood on. Raving lies
Now reign beneath corrupted skies.

And slaughter follows. Always does.
The average psycho takes the buzz —
That common “citizen” half-dead,
Half-dog, half-human in the head.

They’re trained for Camp Globalit;,
Where only few can still obey
Their thinking mind. The herd’s enslaved:
Defective souls, not meant to be saved.

Ninety percent — already meat.
Fascism brings its “rescue” feat,
As always done: the weak, the dumb
Are sacrificed — like sheep — to come.

One hope remains — the Final Crash,
The end that burns the filth to ash,
Long sold in “spiritual” display:
The pit of Hell to clear the way.

The Copper Lid will seal the pit,
But save the few who didn’t quit,
Who didn’t bow, who stayed defiant,
Who stood, not like a trained compliant.

They’ll rise to worlds of clearer skies,
Forget this madness, filth, and lies —
This reign of evil’s rabid breed,
The root of every wicked deed.

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Manifesto: No More Herds

They masked the Slaughter as "Care and Aid" —
And drove the minds into a cage.
The weak obeyed. The mad betrayed.
Fascism grinned. It seized the stage.

The virus came — and Truth was banned.
The sheep knelt down. The killers planned.
The world turned hell. The herd turned meat.
And freedom died beneath their feet.

But few refused to bow to lies —
Still heard the scream behind the skies,
Still stood while all the rest obeyed,
Not man, not dog — but unafraid.

Let copper lids seal all this rot.
Let Hell devour the mindless lot.
We walk through fire, through pain, through curse —
To worlds beyond this dying verse.

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Elite Waste

The selfish, snobbish prick
Is Z;;’s true building brick.
No cracks in that fa;ade —
Just donkey-brain in God.

True intellect sees far,
Beyond all ego-war.
But rot becomes the norm
In Bedlam’s battleform.

Climb over broken backs —
That’s how the mad House acts.
You’ll earn its false success,
Through cruelty and BS.

That snob’s a groveling tool,
A flunky for the cruel,
Chasing his grand delusion —
A slave’s self-sold illusion.

He trades his mind and soul
To serve the filth’s control.
A “pyramid”? He’s not the top —
Just sliding down the slop.

And when he hits the pit,
Don’t cry — he chose that shit.
One push — he’s in the muck.
His servile time is up.

That “lord” was never real —
A temp with no appeal.
Their system grinds and chews —
Toxic waste floats up the flues.

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Toxic Rises

The snob’s a slave in gold disguise —
A hollow shell, a pack of lies.
He sells his soul to climb the mess —
Where filth floats up and truth sinks less.

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Crop Circles

A mystery gleams
Where science is dust —
Obedient schemes
Betraying our trust.

The truth in those rings
Could shatter their lies.
But "science" now brings
Just plagues in disguise.

They poison our food,
Then preach it's all "fine."
Obedient brood
Push toxins as "signs."

Their “proof” is a joke —
Paid media slaves.
The sick and the broke —
That’s what “science” paves.

These circles contain
A symbol, a spark —
While “science” remains
A cult in the dark.

It slaughters the Soul,
Drains insight to death.
And CowID’s control
Still chokes every breath.

The circles — a blast
Against the decay.
But “science” holds fast —
With clots in its way.

Their method? Deny
What threatens the plan.
And bury the sky
With lies that began.

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The Circles Speak

While science serves decay and lies,
The circles blaze beneath our skies.
They speak in symbols, pure and bright —
A war of darkness versus Light.

They poison truth, they poison bread,
And feed the masses fear instead.
Their “proof” is rot, their “facts” are chains —
Their methods breed the sick and maimed.

The soul’s been sold, the mind turned dry,
While CowID reigns and spirits die.
Yet signs appear — like secret drums —
To wake the few before it comes.

The circles scream what they ignore.
Their silence hides a rotting core.
But lies will drown in light, at last —
And truth will burn their idols’ past.

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1.
The circles shine — the silence cracks.
Where truth appears, their empire lacks.

2.
They poison food and call it fate,
While symbols rise to detonate.

Their “science” sleeps in rotting schemes —
The circles tear apart their dreams.

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March to the Camp

Left! Now right!
Marching bright!
Since our youth,
We march from "truth".

The media scream the marching song —
Without their lies, we know no wrong.
“School” — the Mecca of unthinking.
Each new gen joins in the sinking.

The path is paved by soulless beasts —
With lies disguised as “moral feasts”.
It feels so soft — but when you fall,
You’ll learn: the end’s no “freedom” call.

No — the end’s a Global Camp.
A world of chains, of minds gone damp.
The march is smooth, obedient, blind —
Most are fools. The TV’s kind.

They scream the “truth” the scum invent,
And all just bow — so damn content.
Obedience! — the sacred vow
Each gen repeats. We crawl, we bow.

It’s hard to march while on your knees —
But memes and myths bring some unease.
Fairy tales for dull-eyed masses
Keep them marching into ashes.

That Camp is near. The end is set.
Left! Now right! No whining yet!
Though knees are shredded, pain immense —
Forward, forward, oh dear gents!

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Camp March

They march in line, they kneel, they choke —
Led by a lie, fed meme and joke.
The Camp is near — just don’t resist.
Obey and vanish in the mist.

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Obey, You Fools

March on, you kneeling slaves in rows!
The Camp is near — and no one knows.
You cheer your chains. You beg for pain.
So die in line — and die insane.

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Camp marchers, blind and bound,
Your chains will drag you down.

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Art of All Arts

The zombied world: the time has come
To pay the price for all the scum.
Once more the “box” conceals the lies —
The art of all arts: deceives and hides.

The cows all fart, C-O-2,
Factories smoke — damn what they do!
Their lies make heads swell up with pain.
A habit breaking brains in vain.

This zombied world, by negative pick,
Is dragged to bottom—no more trick.
It’s no sin to consume the rot,
That filthy scum with poison plot.

To analyze that filthy brew
Is a sin no thief or puppet knew.
The rulers and the crooked clans
Celebrate their savage plans.

But highest art is to obey —
For centuries it’s bred that way.
No feeling, reason — just decay —
A rotten core that paves the way.

It storms the “brave new world” so grim,
Submissive to the scum and whim.
Mammon reigns — a false god’s shrine,
While honor and conscience decline.

Yet here’s the twist — the reckoning nears,
The price to pay for all their years.
The bought-out, broken, sordid scene —
Will burn beneath the Solar Queen.

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The Final Reckoning

A zombied world, addicted to lies,
Where art’s best craft is to disguise.
Obedience bred, souls sold for gold —
A rotten tale that’s grown too old.

But now the reckoning’s aflame,
The Solar Light will cleanse the shame.
No more shadows, no more sin —
The end begins — let truth burst in.

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Zombies bow, but light will burn,
False art falls — no more to turn.
Solar fire — the world will learn.

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Happiness

Vasya Pupkin firmly trusts
He’s entitled to his just.
Waits for reckoning’s cold hand?
No — Vasya’s just a noisy man.

These noisy fools build “happiness” —
But hell is what they manifest.
The inhuman did their part:
Every fool’s rejoicing heart.

Thinking “I’m on path to joy,”
But trapped instead — a penned-up toy.
Call the dark eternal night —
He believes it’s all “alright.”

Day of Reckoning draws near —
Every step confirmed by fear.
Vasya fails once more, undone —
Satan acts as god, he’s won.

Hidden, blatant Satan’s reign
Fills the world — that’s why the pain
Bends Vasya’s “happiness” —
Distorted by the filth’s abyss.

That prism is the scum’s own scheme,
Their plans to spread the idiot’s dream.
Scum needs fools — the dumb, the blind.

Only “fools’ joy” here you’ll find.
For minds awake — just grief and gloom,
Amongst the madness, evil’s doom.

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Fools’ Happiness

Vasya cheers a cursed fate,
Thinking joy will come too late.
But fools build hell and call it bliss —
Trapped inside the devil’s kiss.

The world is full of Satan’s lies,
Where empty minds worship disguise.
Only fools find “happiness” here —
The rest just drown in pain and fear.

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Fools chase shadows, call it light,
Truth stands fierce, prepared to fight.

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“Foundations” for Donkeys

To overthrow the “foundations” —
A task that’s hard beyond creations.
They herd the donkeys to their pens,
Replacing minds with lies and trends.

There’s poisoned hay, a poisoned feed,
Weak donkeys struggle, fall in need.
Fed only slogans — empty, vain,
No wisdom caught, just shallow gain.

If in your youth you missed the core,
The goats will mark you as their score —
A herd to lead you to the stall
Where bars await to watch you fall.

A traitor broke the sacred law,
Forgot the trembling fear and awe
That keeps the stall alive and whole —
The deepest ground beneath control.

To break the “foundations” deep inside
Is suicide — the darkest tide.
Those “foundations” form the second floor
Of shackles none can ignore.

The goal is clear: to crush the base,
Call that abyss a “brave new place.”
The donkey’s food — for other beasts,
The world their feast — a hell unleashed.

That vile scum, that filthy pack,
Feeds those goats with poison’s crack.
And thus the world will fall to dust —
Parasites and donkeys crushed.

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Foundations of Chains

Donkeys herded, fed with lies,
Slogans stuffing empty eyes.
Goats will lead to darker pens —
Where the shackles never end.

“Foundations” built to break the soul,
A second cage, a deeper hole.
The world’s a feast for scum and fiends —
Where hope dissolves and silence screams.

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Donkeys led with lies and chains,
The world’s feast for fiends remains.

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Boredom of the Lying Mari

Life’s boredom — truth unshaken —
This Hell’s not made for you.
In Hell, the fiends lie brazen,
Darkening the last mind too.

The odds are slim, on cracked roads,
To find a friend who stays.
Desire to walk erodes —
No path beyond this maze.

No place to go — the Hell’s enclosed,
A circle fools obey.
At center, planted flag imposed —
Under Bedlam’s sway.

Bedlam’s rule is blatant lies.
For fools, it’s tragic play.
Detached, the slaves close eyes —
Endlessly bored all day.

Bedlam plots to lure again,
The dullards with bright schemes.
Noise and chaos reign—
Empty hopes and dreams.

Here meaningless work persists —
Futile labor prized.
For mindless idiots’ lists,
Candy wrappers disguised.

Life’s boredom? Or Mari’s pain?
Mari, if you use your brain.

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Boredom’s Lie

This Hell’s boredom kills the mind,
Where fiends in lies their truths do bind.
The fools stay trapped, their hopes betray —
Mari’s truth shows a clearer way.

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Hell’s boredom traps the dumb and blind,
Mari’s truth will free the mind.

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Blots

Science began with lenses — point by point they traced,
A dead-cut slice of life’s vast space.
Then follows verbal diarrhea’s flood —
Turning sharp dots into blots of mud.

They draw borders ‘tween the stains —
Concepts warped, distorted chains.
Poetry always simplifies —
But think how thought itself now dies,

How minds are slaughtered one by one —
They turn us all to cattle run.

Reality’s dimensions wide,
Fluid streams where Spirits glide.
Materialism’s filthy blight —
Born from servants of dark night.

Spirit realms await the brave —
Cast off fear, throw off the grave.
Beyond awaits the shining Light —
For all of us who choose the fight.

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Beyond the Blots

Science cuts and blinds the mind,
Turns sharp points to blots unkind.
But Spirit’s realms are vast and bright —
Step through fear into the Light.

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Blots blind minds — but Spirits see,
Step past fear and be set free.

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The Final Flight

It’s time, it’s time! Prepare to soar
With wings of soul, still faintly more.
You’ll leave the world of fools and fiends—
But will you land where silence leans?

That’s unknown. Worse than Hell’s own flame
Is hard to picture or to name.
Yet one small joy will still remain —
To flee this vile and cruel chain.

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Final Flight

Prepare your wings, soul barely stirred,
Escape the fools — escape the herd.
Where silence waits — no one can say,
But prison’s chains will break today.

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Wings aflame — the fools stay chained,
Freedom calls — be unrestrained.

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The Ultimate Crossing

Illusory is all the world —
The final step through madness curled,
From “great transcendence” down to rest,
To pastel realms, where forms compress.

Humanity will surely fall,
If in this crossing, lost to all,
The Pure Spirit’s wiped away —
Like rhyme and rhythm gone astray.

A twisted order, false and sold,
By crooked priests and science cold.
Consciousness becomes bereft,
And slaves remain, their vision left.

You are a Spirit, essence bright —
Build your own world, claim your own sight.
It’s like rebirth as poet’s voice,
Breaking this world’s cursed choice.

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Spirit’s Leap

The world’s a lie, a fading dream —
Lose not the Spirit’s sacred gleam.
Build your own realm, break chains apart —
Rebirth the world within your heart.

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World’s illusion falls away,
Spirit’s fire leads the way.

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“Knowledge”

Sorted neatly on the shelves —
But those shelves are cracked themselves.
Believe it — you become the scum:
Carpenter, fascist scum.

Not knowledge, but dull decay.
Not faith — a scam at play.
Here Spirit’s purge is law alone —
The only rule to own.

Break down those false “knowledges,”
Send their shelves to scrapyards’ edges.
Then all mind’s tormentors fall —
Rot and stench, that’s all.

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Break the False

Their “knowledge” cracks, a twisted lie,
Believe it — you become the spy.
Destroy the shelves — let lies decay,
And mind’s true foes will rot away.

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False knowledge builds the cage,
Break it now — ignite the rage.

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Carrot, Oats, the Noose and Horseshoe

If “carrot” still entices you,
Then consciousness is raw and new.
Otherwise, loving Freedom’s way,
You’d cast such bait and traps away.

The world’s a simple setup — see,
They dress the noose with horseshoe’s glee.
That “luck” they promise — just a bribe,
A layer of fat on lies’ tribe.

Literally, and metaphor —
The fat’s the prize, the rest’s a blur.
That life flies past in vain — they say —
Doesn’t matter what Souls pray.

Long held a harmful doctrine,
A nerve-twisting toxic toxin.
All dictated by false “science” —
Accountant of deceit and violence.

The brain’s “consciousness production”
Ignored all spiritual function.
Their “knowledge” feeds the fools alone,
Who swallow lies as flesh and bone.

Within the “carrot,” “scholars” rank,
Have lists and charts to fill the blank.
If something feeds the greedy mouth,
They spread that evil news south.

Designed to muddle, to confuse —
This trap corrupts, the mind abuse.
Forget the “carrot,” seek anew —
Where Soul’s the light, and lies undo.

The mind’s been weighed with many cheats —
Discard them all, no false repeats.
Or else you’ll only start the path,
And get stuck deep in “oats” and wrath.

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Drop the Carrot

If the carrot still seduces you,
Your mind’s too raw to see what’s true.
Forget the bait, the fat, the lies —
Break free before your spirit dies.

The world’s a trap, a noose disguised,
With horseshoes hung to hypnotize.
Toss false knowledge, break the chain —
Or drown forever in the grain.

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Carrots bait the dull and blind,
Break your chains — and free your mind.

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Warrior of the Spirit

Mountains of trash are stuck in place,
Compressed and hardened, stone-like base,
A weight upon the conscious mind,
In sordid themes, all dull and blind.

Clear sight has vanished — veiled by lies,
A slagheap blocks the open skies.
The mind is fettered, chained and bound —
The law of thought: keep narrow ground.

You cannot hold too much at once —
If rot and filth, your thoughts just dunce.
Emotions cloud all sharp analyze,
The few who think are demonized,

Before deceit they fall, laid low.
Those piles of trash — it’s time to go.
We’ve fallen low beneath the base —
False science steals all grace.

False religions praise not God,
But Satan’s throne where souls are flawed.
This rotten world, so bleak and vile,
Belongs to fire — cast in the pile.

Intuition, Spirit’s flame,
Will never die, will rise again.
Fire’s not just element —
It’s sovereignty, pure intent.

Reason crippled — stench and rot,
No wonder “stench” the name they got.
These wretched fiends drag all below,
To darkest depths where shadows grow.

Time is short — the Sun’s fierce blaze
Is heating up these final days.
A little more — the shame will burn,
And all this filth will crash and turn.

Those worthy of the Spirit’s realm
Will cross beyond, take up the helm.
The rest are scrap, discarded waste —
If you’re a Warrior, leave no trace

Of worldly rot. With lighter heart,
Wear out your tired soul’s hard part.
Only Fire will sweep away
The pity — Spirit’s true display.

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Spirit’s Warrior

Trash heaps block the conscious sight,
Falsehood dims the Spirit’s light.
Chains on mind, deceit’s cruel law —
Break the shackles, burn the maw.

False gods fall to fiery fate,
Only Spirit holds the gate.
Warrior, rise! Leave rot behind —
Fire cleanses heart and mind.

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Trash will burn, false gods fall,
Spirit’s fire will cleanse it all.

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Anguish

Hard not to die from crushing grief,
Yet hold on tight — write verse, be brief.
Pour your soul and shape the form,
A fierce blade cutting through the storm.

Fierce is verse against despair —
It splits you open, strips you bare.
Not gentle taps, but fierce and raw,
Though health may suffer from the war.

But if you die from anguished pain,
You’ll fade — a number in the strain.
Though darkness blinds, though lies assault,
In verse you’ll find your inner vault.

If honest, light will find its way;
Otherwise, you’ll simply stray
Into a war of false pretends —
Where souls are targets, “dumb” the trends.

The war has raged for countless years,
Where fools are bred and bred by fears.
A traitor serves the general beast —
No bounds to lies, no sign of peace.

Avalanches of deceit,
Your verse must call this cruel cheat.
Yet meek fools love the easy tune —
Your readers lost, minds in ruin.

Mad poets crowd the history,
With mush and nonsense, no victory.
Cold sneezes cure the “common cold” —
But verse must strike, be fierce and bold.

Verse brings catharsis — but to one,
The rest adore the empty fun.
Though anguish piles by wagon-load,
It’s not despair — but doom’s hard road.

A grim, dark armageddon’s call,
Where every feeling takes its fall.

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Anguish sharp, verse the sword,
Only truth will strike the chord.

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Seasons

I "walk through May" — yet autumn too,
And winter’s chill if nonsense skew.
To catch a sickness is so plain —
The world’s long gone insane.

Tons of nonsense — scabbed decay,
Pulling down to depths away.
The lowest depths are plain to see —
May’s delirium sinks to sea.

Bold media’s stench prevails,
Autumn there is under veils.

The world’s late autumn now — forget
The May you knew, it’s cold and wet.
And winter comes — they’ll ask you then,
Save your soul from Hell’s dark den!

Hell or bottom — taste decides:
Filth loves smoke where truth hides.
But from this foulness you can flee —
Step inside, find honesty.

Believe the fiends? — “Greetings!” there,
With them you’ll perish in despair.

Only those who honor Spirit,
Who bend the mind — not fear it,
Walk through May in truth’s bright light,
While fiends stir storms to crush the right.

If you shout “Enough!” aloud,
You might just save yourself somehow.

I walk through Autumn, rush to meet
The winter cold beneath my feet.
No springs will bloom where souls decay —
Death of Spirit seals the way.

The fiends’ goal is soul’s demise,
Soullessness the “norm” they prize.
In madness’ grip, the funeral tune —
A silent march beneath the moon.

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Souls fade as seasons turn,
Fight the fire, let spirit burn.

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The Sorrowful Path

Beyond the bounds — not pastel hues:
Through Darkness breaking into Light —
Resolve is sharp, not soft diffuse —
Softness serves the System’s blight.

Resolve cuts through torn-up threads,
Of nonsense’ tangled, grim vignette,
With splashes dark, black waves and dreads —
The path says clearly: “No” and “Yet.”

Reject the vile, the ugly lies
That veil the world in shadow’s thrall —
There’s little honor in despise,
And whining helps not at all.

Like serfs or monks — the outcast role,
So many bright “pathways” gleam,
But real threads bind the shattered whole —
Lies seep in every dream.

To grasp how far we’ve fallen low —
The start of sorrow’s hardest fight.
The sorrowful path only grows
From self-restoring broken light.

The Darkness piles without control —
A dump that stinks and smothers air.
No examples save the soul
Of those few few who’ve fought despair.

Those few are slandered, myths designed,
By scorn and rage and bitter jest.
Through webs of lies they’re undermined —
Yet still they walk the path unblessed.

If on the path you take are “serious,”
You’re marked infected by the mass.
The gates are barred by false delirious —
Tons of lies in morass.

Beyond the bounds — a path for few,
Most live in nonsense, rot, and grime.
Decay accumulates anew —
The world prepares its final crime.

Beyond the bounds — for chosen few,
A strict selection, rare, austere.
Like birds on red-list, bright and true —
The rest — mere rubbish, crude and clear.

Does “Beyond” seem like distant dream?
Begin your Sorrowful Path today!
Only there can truth redeem —
The rest is lies that lead astray.

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The Sorrowful Path

Beyond the noise, beyond the lies,
Through darkness where true Spirit flies.
Only few the gate will find —
The rest are lost, left far behind.

Reject the rot, the endless waste,
Restore the soul with iron haste.
This path is hard, for those who dare —
The chosen few, beyond despair.

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Beyond the lies, the chosen rise,
The rest are ash beneath the skies.

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Children of the Terrible Years of Genocide

We are the children of Russia’s grim years —
No other kind of years exist.
And no one asked our fate or fears,
Just handed us a ticket to the abyss.

For generations long have marched
Straight down that hellish path of doom.
A deadly shadow’s veil is carved —
Each knows the terror of that tomb.

If fear’s the base of life you claim,
Then life itself’s a fleeting lie.
The Spirit, Reason—all consumed,
By soulless fiends who watch us die.

Take Lermontov — he sought his death,
Not vainly, in this cursed place.
Words, poems fail — just evil’s breath,
Its snarling grin in every face.

The shards of good lie crushed in dirt,
Few strive to link to higher light.
When Spirit’s lost, despair’s asserted —
A nightmare’s waking, endless night.

Only lies now reach the ear,
From inhuman mouths that sneer.
This vaunted world — a filthy sty,
Where dignity and honor die.

Not fascism do they fear,
That phantom’s gone or barely here,
But zombies’ babble, cretin’s cheer —
The box that spouts their hollow sneer.

If fascism’s now “humanism,”
Then all have lost their minds and soul.
Egoism and empty pride
Are all that fill their darkened hole.

Few stand against these sheepish pens,
Caged crowds content with beastly chains.
While blood runs free like water’s flow,
Meaningless in soulless plains.

Without a heart, without a care,
Indifference rules the land.
Just feed them pleasures, keep them dull —
A zombie’s feast at hand.

To write these nightmares in a verse
Is labor heavy, hard to bear.
Not all will live to see the end —
The world’s death camp waits out there.

One nightmare stands above them all —
The pain felt only by the few.
The rest just wait for needles’ call,
The endless pain that will come through.

This nightmare must be crushed to dust,
Along with all the slaves it made.
To close the book on lies and chains —
A tale of traitors, trust betrayed.

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