42 poems

STENCH and Hell

Here the CREATURE rules as king,
The fool a mere slave.
All around is filth, the sting
Of lies the world gave.

The wretched fool breathes in the grime,
The CREATURE devours his soul.
The fool grows weak, losing time,
Consumed, no longer whole.

That scum sucks every spark of light,
Better a death than this MADNESS.
In delirium, the world’s a blight,
A century of sadness.

But soon the hour comes — the Styx
Will swallow all, a FLOOD of doom.
While the fool grabs scraps and fix,
Oblivious to the tomb.

Death advances… the price is naught,
If Hell we bear, if Evil rules.
A traitor’s soul? Forever caught
By the Goat’s relentless tools.

Into the new Hell you’ll descend,
Around just STENCH, the swarm of men.
Crushed beneath the weight, few fend—
Salvation waits where none bow again.



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The CREATURE rules, the fool obeys,
Stench and lies consume their days.
Death comes near, the Goat prevails,
Few escape where the swarm fails.



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Stench surrounds, fools crawl and choke,
The CREATURE feeds, the Goat provokes.
Hell endures, Death’s hand will fall,
Few rise free—most bow to thrall.



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Stench reigns, fools perish.
The CREATURE devours.
Few rise free.



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Stench swallows, fools obey.
Death comes near.
Few escape.

The CREATURE feasts,
Hell endures,
Few rise free.

Fools crawl in filth,
The Goat devours,
Salvation waits for none.

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Stench reigns, fools perish.
Death approaches.
Few survive.

The CREATURE devours.
Hell endures.
Few rise free.

Fools crawl in filth.
The Goat devours.
Salvation spares none.

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Stench reigns.
Fools perish.
Death approaches.
The CREATURE devours.
Hell endures.
Few rise free.



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Stench reigns.
The CREATURE devours.
Few survive.



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Stench swallows.
Fools perish.
Few rise free.

The CREATURE feasts.
Hell endures.
None escape.

Fools crawl in filth.
The Goat devours.
Salvation spares none.

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Stench reigns.
Fools perish.
Death approaches.

The CREATURE devours.
Hell endures.
None escape.

Fools crawl in filth.
The Goat devours.
Salvation spares none.

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Stench reigns.
Fools perish.
Death approaches.
The CREATURE devours.
Hell endures.
Few rise free.



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The Path

Alienation since childhood,
Thoughts — your arduous road.
A harsh, relentless method
To GRIND the terror, load by load.

The madness of this world
Sits heavy in your chest.
Yet the Lyre assists,
While Reason never rests.

Intuition also guides,
Contributes, shows the way.
You see who’s rotten here,
And who’s a fool at play.

Critique remains your ally,
Steady through toil and strife.
You scorn the petty self
Amid the labor of life.

Only IDEAS matter,
Only struggle has worth.
With passing years, you grow stronger,
Unwilling to bow on Earth.

The fate of a slave you reject,
From your very first breath.
You seek the path to freedom
From youth, through toil and depth.

The road grows ever harder,
Tasks multiply like plague,
Though wisdom has strengthened
Among Hell’s filthy stage.

You long ago perceived Hell,
And sought to blow it wide.
The world is drowning slowly,
But fools remain with pride.

They gorge and multiply,
Believing all lies with glee.
No need for crucifixions here—
Dive deep into the fantasy sea.

Mirages the fools carry
As banners of their “win.”
How weary you grow of these idiots,
And of their obsessive spin!

The path to the finish,
Mark it with your rhymes,
Strike Hell down with your own hands—
Do not stay silent these times.



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Grind the terror, strike the fools,
Hell endures, but break its rules.
Ideas matter, lies decay,
Strike with your hands—don’t stay away.



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Fools gorge, Hell spreads its reign,
Yet your hands can break the chain.
Ideas blaze, the lies will fall,
Strike hard—don’t whisper at all.



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Hell spreads, fools perish.
Ideas blaze.
Strike—do not yield.



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Hell burns to ash.
Slaves fall silent.
Spirit strikes.

Chains collapse.
Darkness writhes.
Truth explodes.

Fools obey.
Hell consumes.
Light endures.

Lies ignite.
Masters choke.
Fire is free.

Ashes reign.
Spirit rises.
Hell obeys.

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Hell burns.
Slaves perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains shatter.
Darkness writhes.
Truth ignites.

Fools obey.
Hell devours.
Light endures.

Lies flare.
Masters choke.
Fire frees.

Ashes reign.
Spirit rises.
Hell bows.

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Hell burns.
Slaves perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fools obey.

Fire frees.
Spirit rises.
Ashes reign.



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Hell burns.
Spirit strikes.
Few survive.



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Hell spreads.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains break.
Darkness falls.
Truth reigns.

Lies ignite.
Fire devours.
Few survive.

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Hell spreads.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains shatter.
Darkness writhes.
Truth ignites.

Lies flare.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.

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Hell spreads.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.



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Hell spreads.
Spirit strikes.
Few survive.



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Hell burns.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains break.
Darkness falls.
Truth reigns.

Lies ignite.
Fire devours.
Few survive.

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Hell burns.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains shatter.
Darkness writhes.
Truth ignites.

Lies flare.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.

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Hell burns.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.



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The Cat

A cat’s reality
Is never quite plain —
He sees much more
And will not bring pain.

Come to him with kindness.
But if you’re veiled in spite,
Don’t expect him to heal you
Or grant his gentle light.

He loves subtly,
Chasing illness away,
Putting himself at risk,
In his delicate sway.

Yet he knows his limits,
For living cats are wise,
Not naive little pioneers,
While humans are the guise.

Most have turned brutish,
In this triumph of wrong;
The cat remains sacred,
For he’s no fool among.

Dull sheep and cruel years
Surround with their lies.
Cats, like living angels,
Are gold to our eyes.

Dead are those sheep—
Crushed by shitty fascism;
Life’s mere illusion remains
As Reason meets the schism.

We dwell among them:
Dull minds and dead souls.
Only heed the cat,
Listen where he strolls.

If the dead abound
Amid Hell’s assaults,
So let it be.
Hail the cat: no false vaults.

For this, he earns
Food enough for himself.
Eat, sleep, cherish freedom,
Keep your spirit in health.

The sheep of fake lands
Love not freedom’s light,
But the cat lives truly,
And thrives in his might.

Let us glorify the cat:
They held him sacred, it’s true —
Those people were no liars,
Their reverence not askew.



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The cat sees all,
He spares no fool’s fall.
Love subtly, strike the lies,
Freedom lives where the cat’s wise.



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The cat sees.
Fools perish.
Freedom lives.



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The cat watches.
Fools fall.
Freedom thrives.

Fools obey.
The cat strikes.
Truth endures.

Dull minds perish.
Cats endure.
Life remains.

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The cat sees.
Fools perish.
Freedom strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Cats endure.

Lies burn.
Fire devours.
Life reigns.

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The cat sees.
Fools perish.
Freedom strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fire devours.
Life reigns.



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Fascism

"Of course, the people don’t want war… But, in the end, policy is set by the leaders, and to draw the people in is simple, whether it’s democracy, a parliamentary republic, fascist or communist dictatorship… With voting or without, the people can always be made to do what the leaders want. It’s simple. All you have to do is tell the people they’ve been attacked and accuse pacifists of lacking patriotism and endangering the nation."
— Hermann G;ring, Nuremberg Trials


History teaches nothing —
And a new F;hrer jerks off
Over hapless fools,
Used only to munch and scoff.

Accustomed to trust the creatures,
Opening doors to evil,
With the “mindset” of donkeys —
And so Evil persists.

Evil endures relentlessly —
The ghoul lives happily:
On new generations
No novel mockery.

How modern Goebbels seems,
While the plebs devour propaganda
Indiscriminately,
Rotting in their stinking burrows.

A lesson shown by the “Rashists,”
The new fascists today —
Their F;hrers speak smoothly.
Twins, they mimic swiftly.

All lessons forgotten,
Like fleas, idiots jump again,
Chasing luck in war.

But judgment will come anew.
Only widows wake up,
Perhaps even grandchildren,
For fascism is like science:

It lifts all that is vile
“Upward.” And the Devil’s with them —
With fascist spawn,
Hardly “noble” at all.

Rule of Satanism,
And therefore fascism,
And also “communism” —
A renewed enema everywhere.
Legacy of cretinism
Of nations… And Rashism
Already a cargo cult — peak idiocy.



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Evil endures.
Fools obey.
Propaganda reigns.
Justice will rise.



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Fascism thrives.
Fools fall.
Justice strikes.

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Fascism burns.
Fools perish.
Freedom strikes.



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Fascism spreads.
Fools obey.
Truth strikes.

Evil rules.
Sheep perish.
Justice lives.

Lies ignite.
Power falls.
Freedom endures.

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Fascism burns.
Fools perish.
Justice strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Freedom endures.

Lies flare.
Power crumbles.
Evil dies.

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Fascism burns.
Fools perish.
Justice strikes.

Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Power falls.
Freedom reigns.



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To Poets

A poet is a synonym of poverty
And solitude, when he makes
A vow to himself: to speak only truth,
No matter what the world forsakes.

The path is harsh, it gnaws at strength,
A truthful verse cuts sharp if rage resides.
The fools won’t value such a song,
And fools are many; rot walks among their sides.

When rot abounds, the Fire alone saves,
Yet only that Fire burns —
It scorches heart, mind, and poet alike,
Expecting nothing in return.

Expect not, believe not, fear not,
Nor plead — a hard road to tread.
Only answer to oneself in full —
That is freedom. Do not forget

The lessons of the past. Poets,
If sold out, descend straight into Darkness,
Fewer songs were sung, death prepared
For the mind by their betrayal’s harshness.

It struck them always, caught them fast.
Judas runs all the publishing houses,
Herding through them their flocks,
For these are pieces of propaganda,

Now totalized in media’s grip.
Sell out to creatures — you become filth,
Yet fierce verse cannot be held
By filth.

To hold a poem — that’s tension,
Here the conduit must bear it.
Otherwise comes the decay of Spirit.
Poet, your calling is Spirit, not verse.



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Truth burns.
Fools rot.
Poets bear Fire,
Spirit reigns.



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Fools sell.
Truth burns.
Spirit endures.

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Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit lives.



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Fools obey.
Fire strikes.
Spirit lives.

Sell out, perish.
Truth endures.
Poets burn.

Rot spreads.
Poets rise.
Spirit holds.

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Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.

Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Poets endure.

Chains break.
Verse dies.
Spirit rises.

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Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.

Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Verse dies.
Spirit reigns.



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Fools rot.
Fire strikes.
Spirit rises.

Sell out, burn.
Truth endures.
Poets live.

Rot spreads.
Poets fight.
Spirit holds.

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Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.

Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Poets endure.

Chains break.
Verse dies.
Spirit rises.

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Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.

Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Verse dies.
Spirit reigns.



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To Poets Befriending the Green Serpent

To drink — to create: few choose that path.
To drink — not live: the Soul is lost,
If you abandon the struggle in drunken rages.
To be a slave — and beg for mercy.

Do not beg, do not drink, do not believe —
Close all doors forever,
And bury yourself in papers,
Far from the rabble’s swill.

For humans are far worse.
Gather all your strength, my friend,
And explode in verse or song —
Let this Hell crack from Fury’s end!

Fury feeds and guides:
If you don’t believe — fool.
“Coo-coo” in the grim past,
But today, that’s vulgar!

Since History’s End approaches,
There’s no room for suck-ups:
Bowing before the crowd is fine —
Soon they will be EXTERMINATED.

Cataclysms are coming soon —
A reward for all the Judas’s.
The majority rules now in this world.
In the world — or in a rotten privy?

Drinking in the privy is base.
Better scrutinize carefully
The time you have left —
And EXPLODE; endurance is too little.



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Drink not, believe not,
Soul endures.
Explode in verse —
Hell cracks.



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Fools drink.
Souls vanish.
Explode.



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Drink kills.
Fools perish.
Verse burns.

Souls rot.
Green serpent feeds.
Explode.

Fools fall.
Hell cracks.
Spirit rises.

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Fools drink.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.

Rot spreads.
Serpent feeds.
Verse dies.

Chains break.
Hell cracks.
Spirit rises.

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Fools drink.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.

Rot spreads.
Serpent feeds.
Verse dies.
Spirit reigns.



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Ivan the Fool

Ivan the Fool is strong only in fairy tales —
In reality, a wretched slave.
He is ruled by CREATURES. On command,
The creatures are ready for anything. Weak

From constant toil and endless battles.
Those battles rage among his neighbors.
A crowd of drunk fools will follow blindly,
Even if led against each other —

They obey all. Yet to lift the pitchforks
Against the CREATURES together,
They lack both mind and strength —
Fate only weeps and groans.

Ivan the Fool reaches happiness
Only in a foolish tale.
In reality, under work or helmet,
He vanishes foolishly before his time.

Ivan the Fool passes fear and dullness to children,
As well as obedience.
The children will meet, unarmed,
A corrupt little world. In it fades

Almost all Reason. Only a few
Remain its bearers,
And they perish like birds
From the Red Book. Nothing

Can be saved now,
And so Disaster approaches
For everyone. Understand it simply:
If the world is dull — its end is near.



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Ivan fools.
Souls rot.
Creatures rule.
Disaster comes.



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Fools obey.
Reason dies.
Disaster strikes.



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Fools fall.
Creatures rise.
Disaster reigns.

Ivan dies.
Reason fades.
Chaos rules.

Dull world.
Souls vanish.
End comes.

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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.

Chaos spreads.
Creatures feed.
Reason dies.

Chains break.
Hell cracks.
End rises.

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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.

Chaos spreads.
Reason dies.
Verse fades.
End reigns.



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Tall Tales

Tall tales: this nonsense drags on
For centuries. The fool
Has no strength to resist —
To throw all the trash away. Waves

Of falsehood follow wave of lies,
Evil forgeries — no salvation.
Only a few possess insight,
Who, seeing total nonsense,

Reject the Evil and seek
Other ways to fight the Dark.
The wicked continue to multiply
Lies and madness — CowID, wars

Have shown it all in full.
Fools are quite deserving,
If they believe in Evil of such DNA.
Fools among nations

Are the majority — no hope remains.
The world of bribed lunatics
Heeds Evil, multiplying MADNESS.
Hence, prospects are nil —

The whole madhouse will be destroyed,
Evil’s assets nullified,
Preventing wretches among fools
From rising even in their delirium.

Only a few
Will gain the Spiritual World.



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Fools rule.
Lies spread.
Evil grows.
Few resist.



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Fools believe.
Madness reigns.
Few endure.



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Fools lead.
Lies rule.
Few fight.

Madness spreads.
Evil thrives.
Souls resist.

Fools fall.
Chaos grows.
Spirit rises.

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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.

Chaos spreads.
Evil feeds.
Madness grows.

Chains break.
Hell cracks.
End rises.

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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.

Chaos spreads.
Madness grows.
Reason dies.
End reigns.



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Rashism, or Beneath the Bottom

The world has fallen beneath the Bottom:
Born into it — you’re lost.
In a terrible dream, war possible?..
Turns out, it’s not hard at all

To slander and send fools
Against their friends. Strength
Flows to fascism,
As minds melt headlong.

One goal — to slaughter “the people.”
Do the monsters even understand?
They heed only propaganda —
Killing their neighbors fiercely.

The main aim — the army of fools.
No country left: what was — has slipped away.
Only Kremlin filth and propaganda,
A gang of vile police.

Will grandchildren understand
That the army fights itself? Hardly.
No place for grandchildren in this hellish world.
Now we languish in a BEASTLY world,

Full of lies. Waves of genocide everywhere.
And FEW PEOPLE remain —
Fools have worn them all down.