Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè: 17001-17500
Îäèíî÷åñòâî
"Êîãäà îñòà¸øüñÿ îäèí, íóæíî òî÷íî çíàòü, ñ êåì òû îñòà¸øüñÿ".
Áåíåäèêò Ñïèíîçà, XVII-ûé âåê.
Êîðîòàíèå ñ ïðèäóðêîì
Äíåé óáîãèõ è íî÷åé
Áåçîòðàäíûõ. Íåò õàëòóðêè,
Åù¸ ïëîøå — îí íè÷åé.
Îòòîãî áåçóìíî ñòàäî:
Íîëü ïëþñ íîëü ðàâíî íè÷òî.
Òîëüêî Òâîð÷åñêèì îòðàäà.
Êòî îöåíèò? Äåä Ïèõòî!
 ñòîë ïèøè, ðèñóé íà ñòåíàõ —
Íå ïðîãíèñü ïîä ÷åðíü èëü Çëî.
 îäèíî÷åñòâå èçìåíà
Íåâîçìîæíà — âîò ñâåçëî!
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Òàê íàçûâàåìàÿ "êóëüòóðà"
Öåíçóðà â ìûñëÿõ åñòü êóëüòóðà:
×èòàåøü òî — ìàêóëàòóðà,
Ïîñìîòðèøü — êàê ïðîêóðàòóðà
Èçúÿëà "åðåñü". Ø`óðû-ì`óðû
Ãîíè, íå òðîíü ôàøèçìà âîíü —
Äëÿ ÷åðíè áóäåøü ïîï-êîðîëü.
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"Âûñîêîõóäîæåñòâåííîå" Ïðîèçâîäñòâî Äåðüìà
Õüþç òóñîâàëñÿ ñ èçãîÿìè:
Âðåìåíè áîëüøå ó íèõ
Âêóñ ðàçâèâàòü, òàê êàê ñâÿçÿìè
Ñ ìèðîì íå áëåùóò. Íå ïñèõ
Òîò, êòî íå õî÷åò áîäàòüñÿ
Ñ áëèæíèì çà æèðíûé êóñîê —
×èñòûì ñðåäü Ãðÿçè îñòàòüñÿ
Âàæíûé äëÿ Äóõà çàðîê.
Ãðÿçü îáëåïëÿåò è ëó÷øèõ —
Çëî ïîä÷èíÿåò ÷ðåç áàø:
Ãëÿäü, è íàëîæåíû êó÷è
Âìåñòî öâåòîâ. À "øàáàø!"
Êðèêíóòü, êîãäà òû îïóòàí
Ñâÿçÿìè, òðóäíî âåñüìà.
׸ðò ñëèøêîì áîðçûõ ïîïóòàë —
Âëèë â Ïðîèçâîäñòâî Äåðüìà.
Íûíå äåðüìà Ýâåðåñòû —
Ýòî êóëüòóðîé çîâóò...
Êîëü îäèíî÷åñòâà êðåñò òû
Ñìåëî íåñ¸øü, íå ñîâðóò
Ñòðîêè òâîè èëü êàðòèíû,
Òîëüêî íå í`óæíû îíè:
Çëî ïðèó÷èëî êðåòèíîâ
Õàâàòü äåðüìî â íàøè äíè.
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Infernal Beasts
Infernal beasts are grinding down —
No trace of the country remains.
They napalm the world, town by town —
For lies are the core of their gains.
The servile folk swallow the poison:
“Don’t trust them? Then you are the foe!”
They’ve opened to fascism’s poison —
And die in the filth they bestow.
The honest and soulful are dying —
The plague of the soulless is spread.
All reason is gone — there’s no trying —
Implanted delusion instead.
Those beasts are adept at imposing,
The herd is adept at obeying —
They mumble the lies they’re enclosing,
And castrate their young while they’re praying.
Perverted submission’s their banner —
Or fate will devour their kin.
But crawl in the filth with good manner —
No beast will chastise such a sin.
Infernal beasts rule the story,
The herd grows still duller and vile.
And Earth, in its false dying glory,
Will choke on its lies with a smile.
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1.
The beasts still feast — the herd obeys,
And truth lies burned in hellish blaze.
2.
They kneel to lies, to filth, to shame —
And call that slavery a name.
3.
The world’s last gasp — a poisoned breath,
A smile of lies before its death.
4.
Infernal breed, obedient spawn —
The night is here. The light is gone.
5.
The world bows down — the beasts applaud,
And Hell is crowned the people's god.
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Songs
A song is a well-staged weeping,
A sob with a polished refrain —
Its purpose is simple: keeping
The herds asleep in their chain.
Thus, zombie-pop’s main selection
Is scum with obedient eyes,
Performing, on cue, the infection —
To kill Spirit, Reason, and Rise.
That’s why it’s all goo-goo and honey,
Pure nonsense and sugary lies —
And only the dumb find it funny,
The goose-flocks of stupefied minds.
Stupefaction’s a mass production,
The stage — just a paint-soaked booth.
It breeds degeneration’s seduction,
A freak show that murders the truth.
The scum laugh loud in their circus —
“Pop art,” “science,” “shows” — all one rot.
Deceit overflows every surface,
Half-dogs dance where minds are not.
That’s enough for them — half-dog faces;
Were there humans, they wouldn’t perform
That writhing of fleas in their places,
That death of the soul in its form.
There are few exceptions — but rarer,
They help to cement the deceit.
The thoughtful have long sent their prayers
To dumpsters of hope — obsolete.
The fog of delusion thickens,
Each step spreads the idiot’s creed.
Decay’s final bottom is stricken —
The masses are idiots indeed.
And idiots need, well-directed,
Professionally staged cries —
The world, now decapitated,
Needs no hangman — it dies.
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1.
They sing — and the world stops thinking,
Applauding while souls are sinking.
2.
The louder they cry on stage,
The deeper the herd in its cage.
3.
They wail — and the fools adore,
Each note — one coffin more.
4.
A song for the mindless throng:
Obedience dressed as song.
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The Cat’s Reality and the Ram’s Phantasmagoria
The cat’s own world —
Not simple, not curled.
For a cat’s no ram
From the faked-up sham.
He sees, he lives —
He takes what he gives.
While rams are fed —
Their minds are dead.
If dumb — you’re meat,
If smart — don’t retreat:
Don’t kneel to the Beast,
Defend your soul, at least.
The soulless ram
From the faked-up sham
Is this Earth’s shame —
A plague with a name.
He gnaws the ground,
Spreads rot around,
With rams consumed
By lies perfumed.
They lie — and the ram
Obeys the scam.
His lord — that clown,
The Satan-crown.
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1.
The cat still sees — the ram obeys,
And lies decide the herd’s last days.
2.
The ram kneels low — the cat just grins,
For truth’s no friend to wool and sins.
3.
Let rams adore their horned king’s rod —
The cat walks free — and close to God.
4.
The herd bows down to filth and fraud,
The cat alone remembers God.
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Street Cats
In cities where souls are asleep or decayed,
Where fear and submission are law,
Where heads rot first — as the order’s obeyed —
A cat is the sign that you saw.
There’s a mystery deep in your glance, full of life,
Unseen by the blinded and tamed,
Who’ve traded their honor, their reason, their strife,
For madness the system proclaimed.
Street cats, street cats —
You’re the pulse in a land of the dead.
Street cats, street cats —
You are free from the lies demons spread.
Street cats, street cats —
You are free from the lies demons spread.
Those demons enslave with their fear and deceit,
Their poison corrupts every mind.
Soon fear will complete what deceit made complete —
And Hell’s reign will finish mankind.
The cats see it all, for they live in between
Two worlds — both the dark and the bright.
Hell’s realm is collapsing in folly obscene —
It turns men to livestock — no light.
Street cats, street cats —
You’re the pulse in a land of the dead.
Street cats, street cats —
You are free from the lies demons spread.
Street cats, street cats —
You are free from the lies demons spread.
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The cats walk free while the herd decays,
Alive in two worlds — the rest in a daze.
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The “Art” of Walruses
"A fool examined the painting:
A lilac bull was licking a walrus.
The fool bent down, made a face,
And said: “The painting’s fresh…
The idea’s far too symbolic,
Yet stylized decently enough.”
(Poor man hid, most of all,
That he understood nothing)."
— Sasha Chyorny, The Coat Rack of Fools, 1909
The lilac bull became a toilet,
And nonsense sprawled nearby.
They hype up filth and mischief,
For Satanism rules the day.
The true artist is barred from the sabbath,
For he cannot corrupt
The weak minds and poor souls —
Cannot send this plague erupt.
Satanists hire the sellouts,
Talentless, mindless, unfit,
In this murky world, a jar
Of pure shit is now called “art.”
The bottom’s pierced, and behold, a firehose
Of piss on the spectators — “with feeling!”
With electric shocks of a thousand volts,
They take the next step, unappealing.
A walrus’s dick stands as a symbol
Of the eras to come.
And there, a new Satanism rises —
For the fresh swarm of human fleas.
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A jar of filth is called “art” today,
While human fleas cheer the walrus’s way.
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Shame of the Stone Jungle
The cats are leaving, one by one:
Poison, scalding water from the windows.
Clearly, they’re closer to God —
The biped is dull, blind, and cruel.
The biped is wild: the stone jungle
Has no place more dangerous anywhere.
No coals in the Wild can protect you —
Cannot chase away the Night of Evil’s snare.
Evil’s snare is worse than dinosaurs,
And larger — fear spreads everywhere:
Man has become a minotaur —
Today the labyrinth of the World is Dust.
There’s no exit from the maze —
Round and round, turning to decay.
The cats are leaving. Where’s a pint? —
To forget the bondage of the Beast for a day.
Hidden inhumanity: presidents,
Leaders, and other vile trash.
The pedestals will not be empty
Until the festival comes, a storm of fire.
It will sweep away the Shame that bears
The name of Civilization. Now’s the time
To turn inward, escaping the Evil Regime,
To save the Soul — the Rabbit Hole.
Closed today, while the “depths”
Are reduced to ordinary nonsense:
Now, turning into Beasts
Is the daily order, if you dare say “no!”
Only a few have dared —
As shown by the wretched scum.
Armageddon is no longer imagined —
Through the Sun’s fire, all Shame will burn.
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The cats depart — the maze remains,
But fire of the Sun will burn our chains.
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A Friend Has Died
A friend has died. A poet’s friend —
Just a cat? How bleak, how small,
For a poet. Cast away your fear —
“Life” in the madhouse is fatal after all.
The madhouse stinks, it brazenly lies —
Its traditions are like stone.
The fool will believe that lie,
Pampered here for centuries alone.
Not being a fool — that’s a task,
Comparable to hero’s feats.
For ages, the Beasts bluntly lie,
Have all become fools in the streets?
Don’t believe, resist. The fool
Is never your fate, your call.
Let the scum lie more boldly still,
You, at least, stop this thrall.
Here are EXECUTIONS by lies. The fool
Is both executioner and prey.
Traitor or snitch, it matters not —
He is the root of cruelty today.
Fight even if beasts surround,
Or waste your soul for nothing.
First awaken, shake off the haze —
You’re poisoned by the fumes of lying.
Total deceit — only a fool
Cannot grasp what’s simple here.
Traitor or snitch — no matter the rule,
For fascism thrives in the dim and drear.
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Awake, resist — the fool survives,
But fascism grows where dullness thrives.
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A Million Lies
You stand alone,
Once the lies are expelled from your mind.
You are your own master,
Not a shameful flea left behind.
It’s hard sometimes —
But there’s no turning back.
No more that shameful fate
Where inhuman scum attack.
A million, million, million lying words
Thrown to the trash — destroyed.
You’ve left the pen for asses —
Truth is your light, your style deployed.
Inhumanity breeds only lies —
Slavery rests on deceit alone.
Multiply your strength with truth,
Or be destroyed, your fate is known.
Lies strike everyone down —
Even false “diseases” deceive.
Believe them — and you’re gone,
For the fuse of fire they leave.
Seek allies in the fight,
Search relentlessly, be brave.
Do not bow to the shameful fate
Of the enslaved and the grave.
The slings of truth will strike all lies,
If you find your own legion strong.
Slavery from faked-up lands
Will vanish. Learn to triumph, belong!
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Strike with truth — the lies will fall,
Freedom rises where shadows crawl.
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In Memory of Vladimir Vysotsky
He didn’t say so much —
He was a fish where no others swam.
But I would’ve drowned in that clutch —
So for him, I thank God, I am.
It takes so little for people
To not fall, spiritless, to the herd.
He stirred those Soviet devils feeble,
Where muck and slime was all that stirred.
Oxygen barely seeped to the depths,
The Soviet fools endured the grime.
And the golden center, unseen by them,
Was crushed, like sprouts, each time.
Any link was easily broken,
The soul tortured like ritual prayer,
By vile ideology, choking the token
Of human thought and care.
The Union faded, drawn out and dull,
Life became a frightful tale.
Communism fell; fascism grew,
The people stupider, weak and frail.
No bard is needed now,
No poet or worthy publicist survives.
Only decay and stench remain,
Though even the Union was rotten inside.
And they will destroy this world —
Burn it all with Sun and Earth’s magma.
A madhouse, or a shooting range,
Where they strike down anyone touched by truth.
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The world burns, the fools remain,
Truth struck down, yet echoes remain.
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Bound by a Single Chain
Mountains of lies have piled like skyscrapers —
And climbing there without a rope is a crime.
“Terrorisms” and falsehoods, diseases of vapors…
Soon you’ll slip to the abyss, down these slopes of grime.
We are now bound by a single chain —
All of us climbers, scaling the insane.
Heavy chains have entangled us all,
We plunge into the abyss of lies and deceit.
And on the chains they chant, “These are just bonds,”
That all our so-called “successes” are no mere feats.
We are now bound by a single chain —
All of us climbers, scaling the insane.
Scum insists: “Not chains, just ropes,
For safety and bodies we value…”
But we’ll die precisely from this “protection” —
These chains grow heavier with every day.
We are now bound by a single chain —
All of us climbers, scaling the insane.
The only way out — don’t climb together:
Stop being obedient, a slave-like herd.
The mountains of lies will quake and surely crack —
We’ll clear the heaps of filth afterward.
And we will no longer be bound by a single chain —
We’ll part ways with these vile deceits.
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Break the chain — the lies will fall,
Freedom rises when we refuse to crawl.
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To Die
The final verse is done —
It’s time to die.
The world is dumb, foul, and gone —
I don’t give a damn, not I.
No poem matters in Bedlam,
No Spirit’s fire counts there.
A circus — brute on brute,
Fool or idiot everywhere.
Most of the people dwell there,
Lies piled Everest-high.
Year by year, it’s hard to bear
The cross we carry and try.
“Crucifixion” through verse —
A burden not light to bear.
They’ll devour you, guts and all,
If today you dare to care.
In poetry, only courage counts,
And Spirit, which here is oppressed.
Slavery has sunk deep —
From head to toe, we’re possessed.
To crush this slavery in verse —
A righteous life’s true aim.
Only hellish stubbornness
Can save — or it’s all the same.
Vysotsky’s little ship
Ran aground in a sweep.
Don’t step on others’ rakes —
Stand your ground, duel, and keep.
Let your foe dig in deep,
Hiding in filth, entrenched.
But if you haven’t surrendered,
You’re no slave to fate, unquenched.
Do all you could — your reward: Death.
Create, reader, boldly, without fright —
And even Hell’s hard floor
Will tremble at your might.
We are in Hell, not free,
Soon Hell itself will be swept away.
No longer bear — enough!
The work begins today.
The Sun shines brighter now,
Burning this Bedlam to dust.
And every one will answer here —
Whether brute, or inhuman, or unjust.
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Burn the Bedlam, break the chains,
Even Hell itself will quake from pains.
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Fire Cannot Be Bound by Lies
You cannot chain fire with deceit —
It will break through, washing lies away.
Total falsehood shakes the world in fear,
Multiply the fire within, make it stay.
Let it blaze outside, though all is filth,
Though profits rise from the muck around.
When the heat is fierce, direct your flame,
Fan your small blaze, let it scorch the ground.
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Fan the spark — let it roar,
Lies will drown, fire will soar.
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Through Thorns, Not to the Stars
There is no happiness: the wretched delirium
Under the press of Total Lies prevails.
No freedom exists — only Light
Beyond the Infernal Veils and Hells.
The quest for Light is the path
Through thorns — not to the stars:
Conquer Earthly Horror,
And boldly leap into Impossibility.
Impossibility for the masses,
Mercilessly dulled and tamed
(Today the “free” are slaves —
“Heresy” they crush without shame).
Immutable for the brave
And the wise — no life exists
Among the timid and corrupt:
“Delusions of happiness” save none,
Entertainment for paper tigers.
Through Impossibility into Light —
The answer to seeking,
And the only true vow.
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Through thorns we march, the blind stay chained,
The brave strike forth — their Light unchained.
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Emptiness
Emptiness is natural
If you’ve cast out lies.
Are you honest with yourself? —
Your troubles multiply.
There will be no shortage of woes
Once you step into that realm —
A world without falsehoods. Fatigue there,
And harm in overwhelming helm.
Here in lies, “salvation” reigns —
Like a tank it crushes all.
Simpler: stupor and dulling,
Or you’re just a hose at call.
Pretend to be a hose here —
Easier than most.
But lies will not budge —
They have no time for ghosts.
Lies must be smashed,
For nothing is worse
Than the stench of that filth —
The root of every curse.
And if so, you’ll swallow
Handfuls of grief:
The struggle spans long years —
Countless trials beneath.
Expect no gratitude —
They love only liars:
All those “gurus,” “leaders” —
Scum in endless choirs.
The pond today overflows with lies.
The honest are few.
Multiply their ranks boldly —
Lies will die with you.
If you perish in the struggle —
It means you’ve won
Here against lies, though to yourself
You poured gasoline on the flame.
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Smash the lies, endure the flame,
Victory is carved in the pain.
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Rustles Without Gunpowder
All that remains here are mere rustles,
An unheard squeak across the feeds.
Without promotion, it’s like no gunpowder —
All effort crumbles into dust.
Without promotion, it’s like no gunpowder —
All effort crumbles into dust.
The selling scum will always scheme —
Everywhere she profits again.
The honest fool forever suffers —
Only Evil’s adept will gain.
The honest fool forever suffers —
Only Evil’s adept will gain.
Evil works hard, corruption flows
Like sticky honey, poison steeped within.
Those submissive to darkness
Devour again this STENCH of sin.
Poison seeps in honey, the submissive
Devour again this STENCH of sin.
The STENCH corrodes their minds —
Poisons thought with sticky Blight.
Thus the torment drags on —
Thus you become a donkey here.
Thus the torment drags on —
Thus you become a donkey here.
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Break the rustle, crush the scum,
Only the brave will overcome.
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Earthly Corruption
Excessive, boundless —
What epithet can name this Blight?
They lie without end,
Aiming to crush Reason outright.
In feeble humans, served on a platter
To the scum — give them a bark!
The world will burn, then cool,
And scalding ashes scatter in the dark.
What seeds will they sow? Unknown:
Everything here is poisoned deep.
One must judge honestly,
Lest weeds from spit again will creep.
As usually happens, even now:
Evil persists, cyclical and vast.
Corruption grows its endless store —
A vile abundance, unsurpassed.
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Stand against the endless blight,
Strike the vile with fearless might.
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So-Called Poems on Western (and Other) "Poetic" Sites
A brief essay,
Where crumbs of meaning hide —
Down the lines it wanders,
Forgetting rhythm aside.
Everywhere, the nonsense
Wears another’s mask.
Yet the herds devour it —
Today it’s “freedom,” “openness,” a task.
They must pour this sludge
Into every canon’s frame:
Through controlled gibberish
They keep the world in shame.
Ah, I forgot to say —
There’s no rhyme either:
Nothing for the true poet
Who shuns the fevered blither,
And cannot lie,
To seek some "meaning deeper".
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Refuse the sludge, reject the lie,
Let truth burn bright — or else comply.
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Debilland
We live in Debilland —
And every soul’s a fool.
Saint Nick’s in Lapland’s hand —
He’s source of all our fuel.
We worship petty fables,
And pray to him each day.
We bow to any rabble,
And kiss whatever’s grey.
We cure ourselves with poison,
We torture those unlike.
The strong are always chosen —
The wise? — they’re called the psych.
The idiots are normal,
The brazen rule on high.
All rules are mere formal,
And lies are praised, not shy.
Betrayal is their duty,
Oblivion — the fact.
In this land of idiocies
One truth is tightly packed:
The gut, the bowel, the stomach —
That’s doctrine, that’s the base.
With bellies we’ll make triumph,
And feed our hollow race.
We’ll shrink the heads to mouths now —
Only mouths will stay.
We’ll turn to lesser brethren —
And march that other way.
We’ll crawl with faces hidden,
Muzzles fastened tight.
Conscience will be forbidden —
We’ll cull it from the sight.
We’ll hang those who have conscience,
The thinkers we will strangle.
The cretins we’ll anoint —
Baptize them with the dangle.
Cretin follows idiot —
Next stage of our rite.
We’ll heap the lies and live on it,
Stockpiling false might.
Universal Cretinry —
Behold the New World’s scheme.
Meanwhile we’ll breed our piggery,
And worship F;hrer-dream.
Now dressed that F;hrer’s mask
In plague-doctor’s suit and role.
We wait — and truly, almost —
For torchlit nights to stroll.
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Break the fools, burn the lies,
Torch the night where madness flies.
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The Rabble
The rabble gave us little
Chance to find escape.
No shame in them — their title:
Forever pasturing drape.
Their fate is “work” and patience,
Their limit — to endure.
Inhuman bile delivers
Death as its sure cure.
With lies they rot the whole world,
Rabble serves as the troops.
The rabble will caress the wise
With venom in their loops.
Poisons sting with malice,
Global fascism spreads
Its stench of lies and folly,
Planting idiocy’s threads.
The rabble is all feeble,
No Soul among their kind.
On Earth they breed like lice,
Abundant, unrefined.
Inhuman beasts, the rabble,
Serving as beasts indeed.
Don’t hope for joys or comfort —
Bedlam sows the seed.
Soon it will all vanish —
Sun will scorch the rot.
Terra will rise anew
And leave the prisoned lot.
A prison of dumb reasoning,
Which death has surely slain.
This is no idle “ducking” —
The Sun commands again.
New forces it possesses —
Shining stronger, clear.
Hell evaporates beneath it —
We stand at End of Days here.
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Burn the lies, crush the herd,
Let the Sun cleanse every word.
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Poetry of Struggle
We must create a new verse,
Push sober sight on every course.
All that sissy;missy fluff —
Belongs to other times, not us.
They kill the Soul, they dull the mind,
Drive reason out, leave rot behind.
So don’t again produce that trash —
Under fascist filth life’s crashed.
Poetry exists for battle, too —
We’re all on edge, the country’s glued.
So shove that sissy;mussy stuff
Right where the rot is — call it bluff.
Deal with all the vile and foul —
Let words, not bullets, be the cowl.
Words are weapons in the brain;
Lies and myths spread dust like rain.
Dust of numbness — global fascism’s seed,
In this grim world reek and cretin breed.
Many idiots, fear in every head —
So strike with every word instead.
Word is Light, and Word is Force —
Hone it sharp, set out its course.
What was washed away has fled;
Evil now exults instead.
So fight with courage, call the lies,
This is righteous — let strength arise.
Often one single word will arm
With iron might, with searing charm.
WE’LL STRIKE THE INHUMAN DOWN!!!
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Raise the Word — let every lying wall break,
Strike the inhuman down — for freedom’s sake.
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Condoms
A true m…m…Maradona
Uses condoms just to hold his pants.
Electric condoms
Surround you everywhere,
Just like shabby reading,
Killing body and soul with care.
So the treadmill is like sex —
A condom only tickles a bit.
The Earth here is imperative,
No deeper use to it.
Slap the dirt with bare feet —
A perverse delight to the soles.
We’ve become stupid slaves,
Tribute to rotten cities’ roles.
The mind has grown super-pathetic,
Fear becomes the core of all.
Smart books lie forgotten,
Inhuman triumphs tall.
She wants to reshape everyone
Into half-witted beasts.
To make Hell on Earth for all,
With armies of fools unleashed.
The idiot becomes a super-weapon,
The masses crush as they please.
No longer idle fantasies,
The bond is torn with ease
—With Earth itself and Heaven.
You’ve become like a condom —
Inhumans use you as they wish.
Traitors are their active sum.
They sold and betrayed everyone —
Some with entrails, some without.
All these brazen liars,
Served by the Demon as devout.
Soon comes the melting down —
All will turn to rubber.
Or a universal crush,
Of lice — vile inhuman drudges.
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Idiots crush the world,
Rubber souls for inhuman hands.
Fools rule, Hell spreads —
Traitors dance in Demon’s lands.
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Idiots reign — the Earth in chains,
Rubber slaves for Demon gains.
Hell on streets, betrayal thrives,
Fools feed fire while truth survives.
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Fools crush the world, rubber-bound,
Traitors dance while Hell burns round.
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Rubber fools, the Earth decays,
Traitors laugh while fire sways.
Idiot masses, Hell’s delight,
Truth burns out in endless night.
Slaves in rubber, lies abound,
Traitors dance on cursed ground.
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Fools march blind, the Earth decays,
Traitors grin in Devil’s maze.
Rubber slaves obey the lies,
Hell applauds while reason dies.
Idiot hordes, the world undone,
Traitors cheer what fire has won.
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Fools burn, world sinks.
Traitors laugh, Hell wins.
Rubber slaves, fire reigns.
Idiot hordes, truth dies.
Earth in chains, fools dance.
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Fools rule, reason flees.
Traitors thrive, Earth rots.
Rubber slaves obey, minds decay.
Idiot masses, Hell laughs loud.
Lies bloom, truth chokes.
Fools dance on fire’s edge.
Traitors feast, the world bleeds.
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Fools reign, the world decays.
Traitors smile, reason dies.
Idiot throngs, Hell applauds.
Rubber slaves, minds in chains.
Lies bloom, truth withers fast.
Fools dance on ashes cold.
Traitors feast, the Earth bleeds.
Idiot masses, fire laughs.
Chains of lies, freedom dies.
Fools obey, Hell grows bold.
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Fools devour, reason bleeds.
Traitors breed, Hell applauds.
Idiot masses, Earth rots.
Lies rule, truth dies screaming.
Chains of fools, freedom crushed.
Rubber slaves obey, minds decay.
Deceit blooms, virtue suffocates.
Fools stumble, fire laughs.
Traitors feast, the world burns.
Idiot hordes, Hell grins wide.
Lies choke, honesty bleeds.
Fools dance on the edge of doom.
Traitors thrive, Earth moans.
Ignorance reigns, reason cowers.
Fools obey, Hell grows bold.
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Fools devour, reason bleeds.
Traitors breed, Hell applauds.
Idiot masses, Earth rots.
Lies rule, truth dies screaming.
Chains of fools crush the free.
Rubber slaves obey, minds decay.
Deceit blooms, virtue suffocates.
Fools stumble, fire laughs.
Traitors feast while the world burns.
Ignorance strangles, wisdom flees.
Liars grin, the righteous bleed.
Idols of dirt rule minds.
The herd bleats, blinded by venom.
Fools dance on the edge of doom.
Chains tighten, souls shatter.
Corruption festers, heaven weeps.
Villains smile, innocents fall.
Lies choke, honesty bleeds.
Fools obey, Hell grows bold.
Darkness laughs, truth hides.
Deception reigns, reason is dead.
Traitors thrive, Earth moans.
Ignorance devours, light falters.
Liars crow, justice dies.
Chains of fools, the end begins.
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Fools scream, the world shatters beneath them.
Traitors crawl, and Hell bows.
Idiots choke on their own venom.
Lies ignite, burning reason to ash.
Chains snap, but minds remain trapped.
Rubber slaves gag on obedience.
Deceit claws, virtue bleeds silently.
Fools stumble into fire, grinning.
Traitors devour, Earth convulses.
Ignorance strikes, wisdom retreats.
Liars feast while the just die hungry.
Dirt-born idols crush free thought.
Herds bleat, blinded by poisonous mirth.
Fools dance on the edge of apocalypse.
Chains tighten, bones crack, souls scream.
Corruption festers, heaven vomits.
Villains grin as innocents burn.
Lies choke the air, truth is suffocating.
Fools kneel, Hell advances.
Darkness laughs, mercy dies.
Deception commands, reason is slaughtered.
Traitors thrive, the ground rots beneath them.
Ignorance feasts on collapsing light.
Liars crow, justice bleeds.
Chains of fools — the crucible begins.
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Crush the herd
Burn the liars
Break false chains
Smash dumb masses
Strike the traitors
Scorch their lies
Snap their thrones
Silence the falsehood
Shatter rotten crowns
Crush obedient skulls
Roast the cowardice
Split deceit wide
Crush hypocrite idols
Rip the veil
Break servile ranks
Grind their idols
Burn the leash
Crush the puppets
Cut treason loose
End the masquerade
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Involution
Fear drives involution into beasts —
Always seek the cause in those
Who sow the dark that never ceases,
And spread the night wherever goes.
Frighten the stupid, slavish herd —
And you have won without a sword.
Invent them a new “covid” word —
And you’ve condemned them all, abhorred.
Man dreads bondage — beast dreads non;being;
So violence and rudeness breed.
Wherever pigs of vice are fleeing,
Rudeness grows, and cruelty’s the creed.
The dull rabble only eats and trembles,
The pen’s become a camp outright.
No light is seen — the Spirit’s gimbles
Have left us, vanished from the sight.
Among the swine what’s left of people
Die today, suffocated, lank.
They never rise to face the steeple —
The herds are massive, grim, and dank.
Herds don’t need battles — they’re driven
Straight to the slaughter, blindly led.
Use Occam’s razor — be unforgiven:
If the mess is not with you, you’re not dead.
Always only few are right
In this world’s long, corrupt array.
Those who blend Reason with fierce light
Stand separate from the common clay.
The Fire of Spirit and of Mind —
That alone makes truly Man.
The rest’s a plague that time will grind —
A passing blight in Fate’s long plan.
And they will burn this Global Bedlam —
Not long remains the final day.
No more the “sheep” of meek momentum —
That meek new breed will die away.
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Creators
"And somewhere with an unquenched cry,
Amid the laughter and applause,
Garshin falls into the shaft of fate,
His face smashed on immortality."
— Leonid Gubanov, "Polina", 1963
To smash your face upon eternity —
There’s no richer fate to crave.
Let nerves tear out, let hearts give up —
Creators are not born a slave.
Work wears them raw; despair commands,
Hope’s thin as wire and long.
The world’s vile puke is no true guide —
Its compass cracked, its song gone wrong.
Creators stripped of skin — how frightful.
Worse still — skinless in the mire.
To let that hell run through oneself —
Requires a fevered, fearless fire.
To keep one’s mind intact then — hard;
Garshin chose the daring leap.
Better thus than break to godless world —
Better to fall than live and weep.
In life these souls find no support,
A lonely artist stands.
Around him corpses, carcasses —
He walks like half a god among the lands.
Gubanov, who wrote of Polina,
Was hunted till his shoulders bent;
He bent beneath the blackest toil,
And drank the black — his torment.
So many others simply broke,
Erased before their name could grow.
The liars slide into “art” — because
There, only moths and servants show.
They want just sycophants and freaks,
To breed deformity on stage,
To lull the people, crush their hearts,
To kill the Spirit’s newborn rage.
At Judgment Day will Gubanov come,
And Garshin too shall stand.
They’ll hold all thieves to answer then
For wounds on every maker’s hand.
The Sun now shines with vaster law —
It kindled this first court of light.
And soon that rotten, hellish mess
Will burn away and fall from sight.
Only those souls who kept their task —
Who did not barter off their part —
Will live. Create, and heed no crowd;
Be honest, brave, alert of heart.
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Creators rise — the liars fall!
No godless world shall cage them all.
Their Spirit burns, defies, and strikes —
Hell’s chains dissolve beneath their might.
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Face the dark, smash through the lies!
Only fire can claim the skies.
Souls unbroken, fierce, and free —
They blaze a path eternity.
---
Judgment strikes, the false decay!
Mere mortals bow, the brave shall stay.
Spirit and mind — unbound, unchained,
Through the inferno, truth remained.
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Creators rise — the liars fall!
No godless world shall cage them all.
Their Spirit burns, it rends, it strikes —
Hell’s chains dissolve beneath their might.
Face the dark, smash through the lies!
Only fire can claim the skies.
Souls unbroken, fierce, and free —
They blaze the path of eternity.
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Creators’ Fire
Rise, creators! Break the lies!
Hell’s chains crumble, the falsehood dies.
Spirit flames, unbound, unchained —
Eternal light through darkness gained.
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1. Blaze of the True
Smash, creators! Burn the sham!
Fools collapse where falsehoods cram.
Through the muck, your Spirit roars,
Hell itself can hold no doors.
2. Fire Against the Void
Creators strike — let lies combust!
Chains of the false dissolve to dust.
Spirit sharp as flame and steel,
Unbroken, truth alone will heal.
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1.
Smash the lies! Burn the sham!
Creators rise — damn all the false!
2.
Through muck and fire, the Spirit flies —
Only truth survives the world of lies.
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Creators
"And somewhere with an unquenched scream
Amid laughter and applause
Into the fate’s abyss goes Garshin,
Breaking his face upon immortality."
— Leonid Gubanov, Polina, 1963
To smash one’s face on immortality —
No fate could be more blessed.
Let nerves and hearts shatter —
Here only creators are not slaves.
Work to exhaustion, despair commands,
And the vile vomit of the world
Long ceased to guide them.
Creators without skin — it’s dreadful,
Worse still — without skin and in filth.
And through themselves to pass the whole of Hell…
To remain sane then is a feat.
Garshin dared a bold step
Into the abyss. Better so than let
The godless world crush you,
A world that is an enemy to their spirit.
In the mundane, these souls expect no support.
The creator stands alone. Around — corpses.
Yet he is almost a demi-god.
Gubanov, writing Polina,
Was so tormented he bent his back
Under black labor, drinking deep of despair.
How many were broken just so,
Erased before ever reaching fame.
The world admits liars to art —
Only the meek are wanted there.
Hounds, deformities, only these flourish —
To lull, oppress, and kill spirit and conscience.
Gubanov will come to the Last Judgment,
And Garshin will stand there too.
All will answer for the wounds
Inflicted on creators. And the Judgment has begun!
Now the Sun shines stronger,
It has begun this Judgment itself.
And soon all this Hell will vanish —
Burned, then swept away.
Only souls who remember their calling
Will survive.
Create! Listen to none!
Be honest, vigilant, sensitive, brave.
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Creators — Strike!
Smash your face on immortality!
Only creators are free — not slaves!
Work to the bone, let despair command,
World’s vomit guides no one here.
Without skin, through Hell itself —
Survive, or break in filth.
Step boldly into the abyss,
Better than let the godless crush you.
Liars enter art — the meek perish,
Hounds and deformities thrive,
But the Spirit, the Conscience —
Will never bow!
Judgment comes —
All wounds will be repaid.
Sun blazes, Hell burns,
Only the steadfast survive.
Create. Strike. Fear nothing.
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Creators Strike!
Smash your face on immortality —
Only the fearless are free!
Through Hell, through filth, through all —
Create, resist, and burn deceit!
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Creators’ Wrath
Face immortality, defy the world —
Through Hell’s fire, the fearless strike!
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Creators’ Wrath
Smash your face on immortality —
The world’s foul grip will break!
Through Hell’s fire, your spirit fights,
No chains can hold the brave!
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Smash to Immortal
Face meets immortality — no fear, no slave,
Hell itself can’t drown the brave.
Foul world, fall back! The creator strikes,
Through fire and shit, the Spirit hikes!
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Smash!
Face to Immortality —
Break, burn, survive!
Creators, strike!
Shit and fire — alive!
No slave, no fear,
Only Spirit here!
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Face the Immortal, smash and burn!
Creators alone, the world won’t turn.
Shit and horror, rage and fire,
Only Spirit climbs higher, higher!
---
Break through hell, no skin, no shame!
Creators fight, the world’s a flame.
Alone, defiant, daring, true —
The Sun will judge, the old world’s through!
---
Crash your face into eternity!
Work to the bone, spit at the vanity.
Creators live, the rotten fall,
Spirit rises — above it all!
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Smash Immortality — Rise, Creator!
Spirit Alone — World in Ash!
Crash the False, Burn the Rotten!
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Creators, Strike! Break the World!
No Skin, No Fear — Only Fire!
Burn Lies, Forge Spirit!
Alone Against the False — Rise!
Ashes for the Rotten, Glory for the Bold!
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Smash the False, Create the True!
Alone, but Burning — Stand!
Spirit Over Flesh, Fire Over Fear!
Break the Chains, Scorch the Lie!
No Gods, No Masters — Only Creation!
Through Hell and Flesh — Rise, Creator!
Strike with Mind, Burn with Soul!
The World Lies — You Forge!
Defy, Endure, Ignite!
Ashes of the Coward, Glory for the Brave!
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Civilization — or Debilization?
They chant “civilization!” loud,
The filthy breed — they’ve forged the past.
In truth it’s just the braindead crowd,
A swamp of shit, expanding fast.
All tools are set for slow sedation —
The food, the water — poisoned deep;
They’ve burned the roots of generations,
Their ashes — all that we can keep.
They twist the mind, control the masses,
In schools — a genocide of souls:
They fill young heads with lying classes,
And kill the Spirit’s sacred goals.
When Spirit’s essence is your being,
But books preach dull materialism,
Then Hell is here — no farther seeing —
That’s where begins their fascism.
Only the soul-castrated creatures
Can bow to fascist lies and rules,
And worship false and rotten teachers —
The damn parade of willing fools.
So better die than serve corruption —
The fight for Spirit’s worth the pain.
No “heaven’s groves” give real instruction —
The Spirit is the life you gain.
All else — mere crawling, foul existence,
Worse than death’s own bitter tone;
For only Mind, Compassion’s instance,
And Honor, Dignity — are known.
But fascists’ end is pre-foretold:
The Spirit rises, scum shall fall.
When mind and soul are pure, and bold,
The Living Spirit binds us all.
Then vanish chains and murky blinding,
The light of Freedom burns anew;
We’ll build the world with new designing,
And cleanse it through and through.
Unite with those whose hearts are burning —
Not “religion” — Spirit’s flame!
Fight Evil, send it back — returning
Its filth to nothingness and shame.
The victory is ours, undying —
We’ll drive the monsters from our land.
They’ll fail to make us dull and lying —
While Spirit lives — we’ll stand.
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Civilization? Just a lie!
The Spirit burns — it will not die.
Let fascist filth consume its shame —
The Living Light will cleanse the flame.
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New Year’s Round Dance
Among the fools — a merry spin!
Throw wide the doors — let all step in!
Come closer, freak, and take your place,
The one who trusts this soulless race!
We’ll pour the drinks, revive the dead,
Erase what conscience still remains.
No other theme shall now be spread —
Corruption rots through all our veins.
Or simpler still — it’s genocide,
Hell grins with sharpened rows of teeth.
Both Mind and Spirit crucified —
And jackals feast on death beneath.
The Earth now trembles, cold, betrayed,
No longer home — defiled, untrue.
The idiot, by scum obeyed,
Still sleeps — yet spreads their poison too.
A dreadful dance! The Death Parade!
The idiot will lead the spree;
And if he kills us in his raid,
Then heaven’s gates we’ll never see.
From Hell to Hell, your path is drawn,
A weary soul — condemned to roam.
The idiot laughs and marches on —
He needs no guards — Hell feels like home.
The “doctor” heals the world today,
With shots that murder Mind instead;
Their poisons hailed in grand array —
Protocols of walking dead.
So no, it’s not “New Year” we greet —
It’s ancient Hell, in fancy clothes.
Yet Judgment comes — and none shall cheat,
The wise will smile as evil goes.
So let us wait — the hour is near,
No strength to bear this Hell’s design.
Blood flows like water everywhere —
The fools still cheer, and call it fine.
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New Year? No — it’s Hell’s parade!
The idiot leads, the wise betrayed.
But Judgment comes — the flame will sear,
And burn this madhouse every year.
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Putlerism
Putlerism — the fascist breed,
Where TV rules the rotten mind,
Its stinking Soviet-flavored feed
Makes sewage seem refined.
The shrieking trolls infest the land,
Their madness — nation-wide disease;
So Don Quixote takes his stand
‘Gainst hurricanes of lunacies.
The zombie-box roars like a bomb,
Its noise — atomic in its might.
No homeland left, the soil is gone —
It reeks of death, not of the light.
The screen spawns zombies, soulless, numb,
Their hearts devoured, their spirits cracked.
And in the end — the smoke will come:
The neo-fascist world — burnt black.
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Putler’s spawn — a fascist plague,
The world decays in TV’s vague.
But soon the smoke will blot their lie —
Let Putlerism burn and die.
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The Mad Farm
Insane world’s bursts — insane, obscene,
A mass delusion, thick and grim;
Duality’s madness reigns supreme —
The age of schizoid idiocy’s hymn.
Duality’s myth — the Whole is One,
Yet halfwits breed beneath this dome;
The farm’s misruled, the damage done —
Soulless beasts have claimed their home.
The inhuman will choke on its spawn,
Dust to dust — super-dust reborn.
A total lie — and all are drawn
To drink its poison, soul forlorn.
Salvation is personal — Spirit’s flame
In Hell itself, where truth is bled;
All else — implanted, twisted game,
The fascist trance — discard the dead.
When consciousness is pure, awake,
Duality dissolves — it’s gone.
Then Light will end all souls’ heartache —
And burn this Hell till it’s undone.
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The farm’s insane, the beasts command,
But Light will rise — and scorch the land.
The Spirit stands, while lies decay —
Hell burns — and dawns the Day.
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Âëþáèòüñÿ => îòâëå÷üñÿ.
Íàïèòüñÿ => çàáûòüñÿ.
Ïîòîì óêîëîòüñÿ?
Íî ñ Çëîì íå áîðîòüñÿ...
Âïèòàòü Ëîæü => â óðîäöà
Âî Òüìå ïðåâðàòèòüñÿ.
Òàê â Ìîðîêå äëèòñÿ
Âñÿ æèçÄíü — íå î÷íóòüñÿ...
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Ïðåâðàùåíèå â ñêîòîâ.
Ïîñòåïåííî âñ¸ íåñëûøíåå
Ãîëîñ Òîíêîãî. Òàêîâ
Ìèðîâîé Çàãîí. Ïîãîäû
 í¸ì íå ñìîæåò ÷åëîâåê
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Ñ ãÓñóäàðñòâåííîé ïîääåðæêîé,
Ñ îäîáðåíèåì òîëïû.
Òåðïÿò "ëèøíåãî" èçäåðæêè
Ëèøü äî âðåìåíè. Ðàáû
Ê øàãó íîâîìó ãîòîâû —
Ïîêàçàë íàìîðäíèê òî:
Öèôðîâîé Çàãîí, îêîâû
 ãîëîâå — àéäà â ÍÈ×ÒÎ!
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Íå íà÷õàòü — çäåñü ìîðå ãîðÿ.
Ïîáåæäàòü â ñåáå Òüìû ìåòû
È èñêàòü — ÷òî íå "ñ ïðèâåòîì"...
Íå "ñ ïðèâåòîì" â ìèðå ìàëî —
Åñëè â öåëîì, âñ¸ ïðîïàëî.
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Garbage and Biowaste
A filthy cop keeps watch on biowaste now —
A slavish echo of the people once we knew.
Call them what you will; it's anyone's taste,
Those devils wear the names you give them too.
Name the fake little doctor with his borrowed creed,
Name every petty clerk and Judas in a suit.
You could print a book of names, a filthy read,
And list each stench, each worm in blackened root.
Simpler: they are vermin, not fit for breath,
Unworthy of a single moment on this earth.
They sold us all to servitude and death —
Because of them the world has sunk in worth.
Biowaste alone is blamed for every crime —
The herds allow it all; the crowd permits the lie.
No excuse—no stupidity redeems the time;
Dullness is scourge; souls drop into numb goodbye.
They build a great crematory from our trash —
Self-burning set to rite; a faith in flame.
It's not just biowaste who suffers in that ash;
“Protect their health,” they preach — the animals proclaim.
Fascists guard “health” — and Mengele stands famed;
With syringes full of slow venom they dispatch.
The whole mad world applauds medicine proclaimed,
While Bedlam's clinics bless the lethal patch.
The worst is that the biowaste will crush what's left —
The last of humans flattened by the fools.
Rotten cowards, miserable and bereft,
Worse than firing squads and hangmen's ruthless rules.
But they will not complete the crematory's span —
They will not finish off the final human breath.
The World Leprosarium will burn — and then:
All servants of those filthy devils meet their death.
Those who are spiritual will rise in spirit's flame;
The cosmic law of likeness answers every deed.
The traitors, prostitutes of sale — they melt in blame;
Annihilated: that is death without reprieve.
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Filth guards filth — biowaste rules the land;
Coward servants bend, with poison in their hand.
They'll build their pyres, yet pyres will burn instead —
The rotten servants die; the spirit lifts the dead.
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The Vicious Infinity
Stupidity’s raging.
Vulgarity — crowned.
Lies are the staging
Where all’s breaking down.
Fools swarm in masses,
The wise — just a grain.
The brazen lie passes —
The dull eat its bane.
Lies without measure —
New fascism ascends.
Courage — a treasure,
As fear never ends.
Fear’s everlasting,
Mind — narrow, confined.
Thus is the casting
Of this twisted “mankind”.
Borders — on paper.
The world — a morgue floor.
They’ll sell you more vapor —
The crowd will adore.
They “heal” the dumb cattle
From fake-made disease.
False doctors in battle
Do better than armies.
Bombs, guns, and air raids —
That’s yesterday’s plot.
Now sludge in your veins
Is the feast of the rot.
God’s patience is thinning —
Not endless at all.
Await your unwinning —
Eternal downfall.
If you believed
Their tales obscene,
You’ve been deceived —
Stamped by the fiends.
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Fools rule the ashes — lies never die.
Brains rot in flashes — truth crucified.
God’s patience falters — the end draws near:
The branded slaves — their graves are here.
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Leaving Hell
When your labors are done,
And you’re leaving Hell’s station —
Don’t rejoice, my son,
For the world’s an abomination.
So leave behind your trace,
Marks of fire and warning —
Not the road to “grace,”
But signs for souls still burning.
For to start from scratch
Is torment for mankind —
Gnawed by worms that snatch,
By inhuman blight confined.
That’s why we need the Light,
Or a glimmer resembling it;
Plant your truth in sight —
Let them sneer, “He’s lost his wit!”
Though lies flood the lands,
If you’re honest — we’re even:
You broke their mirage bands,
While the rest still grieve and leaven.
We are trapped in these dreams,
Ruled by fiends through deception.
They amplify screams —
Yet you showed no subjection.
That alone is supreme —
You’ve surpassed the illusion.
If you burned through the scheme,
You’ve transcended confusion.
Cut forever the thread
Of this “worldly creation.”
No work’s higher instead
Than destroying incantation.
For the spells of deceit
Are corruption’s foundation —
Illusions repeat —
The core of domination.
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Leave Hell behind — but mark the way,
For truth burns brighter than decay.
Cut through the spell — destroy their lies:
That’s how the fallen learn to rise.
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Torment
The soul is boiling, aching —
Tormented through and through.
The mind is slowly breaking —
Man shrunk to a louse or two.
Everywhere — submission
To dull dictating brutes.
Spirit’s decomposition —
The Fiend takes all the routes.
A legion of the brainless,
Of fools without a clue.
The wise grow weak and painless,
And sleep infects them too.
No more mind remaining —
The Reason’s gone to dust.
Lethargy’s explaining
Why all bright souls combust.
The living dead are roaming,
The zombies of decay,
Picking scabs and foaming
On lies they still obey.
Nothing can be sighted —
Cosmic darkness reigns.
Not even slighted —
For the Message now remains:
Bedlam shall be shattered,
This mad world undone.
Those with souls unspattered
Will escape the scum.
Only by the spirit
Comes the flight from doom.
The Supreme Goat — hear it —
Dies: the hellish spume.
All inhuman vermin,
All their crawling crew —
Vile, obscene and squirming —
Earth feels shame for you.
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The soul still burns — the fiends decay,
The Goat will die, his spawn will fray.
The spirit flies — the lies collapse,
And Bedlam ends in its own traps.
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Monkeys
It’s monkey work all ’round,
And monkey cares in fashion.
The monkeys just abound —
Their vomit’s now compassion.
The “truth” they now confess:
That fur’s the new authority.
They love their filth and mess,
It’s sacred in majority.
A wagonload of dung —
That’s food, that’s culture, see?
And monkeys drive along
All hairless minds that flee.
The monkeys “heal” us all —
“New plagues” they keep inventing.
Their fame is standing tall —
A monkey god’s ascending.
The “servant human kind”
Now serves its hairy lords.
They worship “peace of mind” —
No strain, no higher chords.
Thus monkeys love the herd —
Their thought can’t stand alone.
To rest — their only word —
The mind must turn to stone!
And in that herd a chief —
A screeching monkey king.
Don’t touch them, seek no grief —
They’re “happy,” squeal and sing.
They’ll drive all men away
To monkey-cages grim.
No other thought holds sway —
Just wardens’ faces dim.
The global cage they’ll build,
Their paradise complete.
Refuse — you’ll be stilled,
No books, no songs, no feat!
So start to shriek and roll,
And crawl, and clap, and prance —
Turn every thinking soul
Into a monkey dance.
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Monkeys preach and monkeys rule,
Cage the mind and crown the fool.
Shriek for joy — obey, don’t think —
The world goes ape — and straight to stink.
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In Bedlam
“Deep in the mines of Siberian gloom…”
— A. Pushkin
Deep in Bedlam’s murky pit
The wretched creatures perish.
Their trade is lies and counterfeit,
Their thoughts too dull to cherish.
All motions of the soul they curse —
In Bedlam that’s forbidden.
They need but lice — and that’s their verse;
The proud are chained and hidden.
There “doctors,” cops, and “law” proclaim
Their healing light, salvation —
From fevers fake, from ills the same —
A fraud’s administration.
The wise are hunted, cast aside —
Their minds offend the cattle.
Bedlam can’t stand the light inside —
It feeds on dust and prattle.
And there it’s paradise for fools,
For beasts and crawling vermin.
They’ll feast on dung — their golden rules —
They’ll boil it, fry it, burn it.
They’ll “heal” the masses endlessly,
Till death itself is granted.
Their triumph — bestial ecstasy,
Where demons rule enchanted.
That “care” for man without a rest —
It sharpens teeth by nightfall:
To turn all hearts to beasts at best,
To crown the reign of night’s thrall.
But soon shall come the Morning Star,
To burn this rot infernal.
The worthy soul will rise afar —
Through Dawn — through Fire — Eternal.
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Bedlam burns — the worms will scream,
Night will drown its final dream.
The dawn will rise, the beasts will fall —
The Spirit wakes — and ends it all.
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Super...
Super-butter, hyper-greasy,
Ultra-oily, mega-sleazy —
A hyper-balm for soulless flesh:
It turned men cattle in a mesh.
And cattle — guilty? — yes, the fall
Has edges, limits, one and all;
Its slope depends on what you choose —
This rot’s the last turn toward the noose.
If all you do is gorge and feed,
Buy lies the fiends so proudly breed,
You’ll slay the nearest, kill your kin —
All masks and shots begin the sin.
Only brainless cattle fit
These purges staged as public wit.
“Doctors,” cops — a cushy trade:
These scum have crowned themselves a blade.
They think they stand atop the world;
They’ll kill you too — their banners curled.
They forged a god of petty lies,
Sold idols cheap with honeyed sighs.
In the chaos-mess they press and bend —
Reforging men to beasts, my friend.
They turn the Reason into dust;
They’ll slaughter all — but slow, not just.
And why? Because the cry is: “Eat!”
Forget God’s name; forget the feat.
They’ll butcher all in global gaol —
The world’s a gulag, grim and frail.
But they’ll not keep that prison long —
The stake of Judgment burns so strong.
So here’s the final, honest sum:
Their oil-suckered throne will come undone.
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Super-butter slicks the soul — men turn to kine,
Gorging liars crown themselves, then cross the line.
They’ll build their gaol and think they’ve won the day —
But fire comes for jesters; beds of oil will fray.
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The Run
You must learn to pace your might
Through months and years in flight.
There’s joy in this hard-borne road —
The pain itself becomes a code.
Your body rings like a string —
Fatigue now feels like grace.
So run, let courage sing —
There’s pain and bliss in race.
A reverse “addiction,” this flame —
Through “breakdown” comes delight.
Push harder, enter the game —
You’ll catch that magic height.
There health flows by the ton,
And victories bloom within —
Rejoice when the fight is won,
Defeating the slothful sin.
Rewards are earned by toil,
Be steadfast, calm, and smart.
All efforts bear their spoil
If courage guards your heart.
Here boldness is the key,
For the path can twist and bite.
It heals the wounds you see
And keeps your soul alight.
For men are asleep in crowds,
The fog of slumber reigns.
You’ll burst from the silent shrouds —
A spark that breaks their chains.
Run fuels the sacred flame
Of a soul once bruised and torn.
Rehab the heart that came
From battles deep and worn.
For running revives the Spirit —
Though Spirit has led since birth.
So let this trial inherit
Your divine marathon on Earth.
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Run till the fire within awakes,
Till sloth and pain their hold forsake.
The Spirit runs through blood and bone —
In motion, man becomes his own.
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Trash
Just smearing on every surface we see —
From cave wall scribbles to Earth itself free —
That’s “art”, that’s “science”, the peak of pride
For worm-souled minds, all hollow inside.
When Spirit’s forgotten — the sludge begins,
The canvas of madness, the kingdom of sins.
The dull TV box keeps shouting again:
“You’re nature’s king!” — what utter brain-rot pain!
Slaves serve their masters — inhuman breed,
The shame of the stars, of Gaia — the bleed.
The stinking spawn of fascist lore —
Humanity’s name? No more... it’s Trash. No more.
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1.
Your “art”, your “truth”, your holy lore —
Just garbage stacked forevermore.
2.
You call it culture, call it pride —
It’s rot and filth you paint inside.
3.
The Spirit’s gone — the worms adore,
And what remains of Man? Just sore... and sore.
4.
The human plague — the cosmos’ scar,
Trash crowned as king. That’s what we are.
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Dance of Death
The scoundrels start their deadly dance —
Fools clap their hands in cheer.
This dance will burn you at a glance —
The greedy shrug, and bear it here.
Traitors too will take their share,
And all the meek of every kind.
The Dance of Death hangs in the air —
Where is the Creator in this grind?
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Scoundrels dance — the fools applaud,
The meek endure, the traitors nod.
Death twirls through this world of grime —
Where hides the God beyond our time?
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Woodape Drills
Woodape freaks — a twisted breed,
They peck at lies and never tire.
Their motto: fight for every feed,
They swallow lies and stoke the fire.
Woodapes believe — believe again —
They peck and peck, they peck some more.
And in the gaps they fling the den
Wide-open — drop a grub in store.
Woodapes adore their painted planks,
Pop-culture boards — their gospel read.
Procreation thrills their ranks;
Other questions starve the head.
Woodapes need a F;hrer bold,
Who tells them where to peck and drill,
Who promises, with lies all sold,
That life will shine if they stand still.
Woodapes hate anyone who’s bright —
An intellect among their kind
Is branded enemy or blight;
The F;hrer’s law — purge every mind.
They’ll hunt the clever down, unite,
Quick strike — for that the tyrant craves.
If you dissent, you’re in despite —
A filthy worm to kill like slaves.
Peck, believe — the morons chant,
A stage they pass with snarling pride.
In woodapes grows the savage rant —
The rage that makes their brigades tide.
Woodapes and their twisted lord
Will linger till the End of Days.
The rest — cast off, then trained and bored;
Training becomes the only way.
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Peck and obey — the woodapes sing,
Their tyrant rules, their rabble swings.
Brains hunted down, the clever die —
Woodape mobs will learn to lie.
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The Herd
The herd is pleased —
There’s feed in piles.
The fiends hold sway,
No minds, just tiles.
The little souls have vanished —
With them the feed runs thin.
Centuries of forgetting passed —
Now storms of doom begin.
Feed will soon run scarce,
The flocks must be thinned down.
Propaganda’s sting is set —
They lie with neither shame nor frown.
To kill off fools by the score —
Fur and meat mean naught.
If herds grow dumber, skinner still,
Then wars won’t need be fought.
One lie will finish them —
See CowID for the plan.
Lies multiply and multiply —
The start was pseudo;AIDS, they ran.
And “treatment” comes in poison vials —
The vermin seal the death.
The herd will be destroyed soon enough —
They lie with practised breath.
The herd will vanish,
They lie with speed —
No conscience bites them,
No shame to heed.
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The herd eats on — the fiends decide,
Propaganda stings to thin the tide.
One lie, one cut — the flocks undone;
They lie, they kill — no shame, no sun.
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Pseudo-Intellectual Speculators
Pseudo-scientific schemers,
Opportunists of false schools,
There’s darkness here, and not a spark
Of talent among these bought;out fools.
They’ll slander all — the orders come,
The inhuman run this balled-up game.
Believe their lies — your mind goes numb,
You’re nearly lost, consumed by shame.
These fiends reject the truths of Spirit,
As devils spurn what’s holy, pure.
They roast all minds with pseudo-logic,
Seasoned lies — persistent, sure.
This “scientist” in shady deals —
The craft’s foundation, nothing more.
All talent bent, recast at will,
The gang will turn the gifted to the poor.
The traitor, schemer, the opportunist —
Talent vanishes in their grip.
Kneeling, bending, forced to twist,
Amid the propagandist’s foul sip.
This is their sole remaining goal:
In a world of TOTAL LIES.
Understand this — and serve your soul,
Let intuition be your eyes.
For only intuition can dispel
The flood of lies and see the Light,
While these fiends, united, swell
A river of deceit — the Source of Fright.
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Schemes of liars, sold;out minds,
Talent crushed where darkness binds.
Trust your gut — the lies will fail,
The Source of Fright cannot prevail.
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Alienation
Alienation — a craft,
Alienation — no cross to bear.
Flee the fiends, the fools, the daft —
Few places here are free and fair.
Solitude — a treasured prize:
Lies dissolve, the mind expands.
The Spirit brings true sweet surprise,
While TRASH remains with dirty hands.
A heap of madness, rife with lies,
Deception cuts through all we see.
In Spirit rests the meaning wise;
Weak Spirit — lost you’ll be.
Alienation is real,
The rest is nonsense, all is vain.
In this world, fate strikes its deal —
The herds march straight to slaughter’s chain.
That slaughter, prelude to CATACLYSM —
The inhuman thin the flocks,
With genocide, fascist schism,
The mind in this small world near blocks.
The killing of the Reason
Is the highest sport on Earth.
All jokes are gone — the air of Hell
Is choked, denied, a frozen hearth.
This is Hell — without alienation
You’re almost half a demon born.
No Resurrection, no salvation —
Erased like ink upon the dawn.
You’ll rise only in Spirit true —
All else will burn, consumed by flame.
The fiends and curs will meet their due —
Assigned to a New Hell, all the same.
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Alienate — the Spirit saves,
Fools and fiends are bound to graves.
Reason dies where herds obey —
Rise in Spirit, or burn away.
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Pens and Sheep
The crowd’s applause
Is meant for tyrants here,
And all the slaves despise
The truth;speakers — for sheep, it’s fear.
It’s like a knife — the sheepish world
Shakes with the truth, yet tyrants say:
Their idol’s pen is full and curled,
A filthy feed, but safe, they bray.
Sheepish clapping,
Fit for jesters’ tricks,
They multiply the lies and dung,
A mountain grows from their antics.
Approval from the flock
Feeds sloth and scraps alike.
Above the slaughter, crows wheel and mock —
Don’t trust the dream, little tyke.
A shepherd knows how to train the lambs:
“The wolves will slaughter all!” —
At the pen, no mortal harms
Will fall, they say, while brutes enthrall.
And so the circle closes tight.
The young sheep clap for tyrants still.
No lands of freedom in this blight —
Only pens for flocks to fill.
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Sheep applaud the tyrants’ game,
Feed and lies, the flocks the same.
Young lambs clap, the circle stays —
Pens and slavery rule their days.
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Kinda War
They hauled in all the idiots —
The F;hrer’s order: let them die.
A tide of filthy lies commits
A brazen wave of falsehoods high.
With lies they drive the fools ahead
To pointless slaughter, barren, blind.
Will they be free from chains instead
If they themselves are sacrificed and signed?
The chains are lies — the scum holds sway,
They rule by falsehood through the age.
If Spirit’s bond is dead and grey,
Ahead lies only Styx’s rage.
And only fools can claim the blame —
They could have chosen reason’s part.
But they chose madness, chose the sham —
And so the inhuman kill by heart.
Just deserts for those whose stone;like dull
Has turned them to a beastly thrall.
This world’s enslaved by Total Evil —
A place fit only for the dull.
For the wise, no reason to remain
In that vile, reeking little sphere:
One step — you’re sunk in filth again,
Trample God’s soul and disappear.
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They herd the fools to pointless graves —
Lies crown the tyrant, minds are slaves.
Choose reason or be swept away —
Styx waits where dead souls pay.
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The Monkey and the Organ-Grinder
Through centuries trudges the organ-grinder,
The monkey forever at his side.
At first a clown, a sly deceiver,
Master of lies, of wild false pride.
He chains the monkey like a spell:
The organ’s tune for sorcery.
No fate could be more absurd or fell —
In bondage, free from liberty.
The monkey calls the jester’s songs
“Art” — dull tunes from a lying hand.
The grinder only presses feelings,
A trickster’s path through the land.
Reason must not interfere —
The mind cannot endure this show;
Primitive phrases suffice here,
Repeat — and the reward will grow.
From grinder to grinder they go,
Growing wild, growing dim,
Until as dull as sheep they flow
To the Dead-End of Destiny’s whim.
And Death will cut this song apart —
Nature is weary of their play.
Without them, life would be more smart —
No need for twisted minds astray.
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The monkey dances to the grind,
Brains dulled, their reason left behind.
From trick to trick, till dead-end’s song,
Nature sighs — they won’t last long.
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Nonsense for Carcasses
They drone, they drone, they drone away
Pure brazen nonsense, loud and crude.
Custom, custom, custom — they say —
The dead must trust the falsest food.
Only carcasses, only carcasses, only carcasses
Will believe this murk and mire,
They’ve wasted souls, these soulless masses,
Madness, decay, a world on fire.
They’ll fix, they’ll fix, they’ll fix it all —
The madness, rot, and creeping fright:
Send all to Hell, a new one’s call,
The path for soulless flesh outright.
If you refuse, endure, or build
No Hell with lifeless corpses here,
Perhaps escape your fate fulfilled…
Die at least not like a sneering leer.
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They drone their lies for soulless flesh,
Madness grows and rot enmesh.
Escape, resist — or join the throng,
Die at least as one who’s strong.
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Mind;Vinaigrette as the Start of Degradation
Vinaigrette serves as the main dish here —
Half-truths from fiends dilute the Evil’s brew.
Lies are carrots for the donkey’s ear,
But the blinders matter more, it’s true.
For donkeys, judgment comes in chains,
If you love the vinaigrette, your mind decays.
You’ll cry out “Ia!” through mental pains:
Legs in shackles, head in haze.
The stall, the hay, the carrot treat
Become reality — the forge complete.
The vinaigrette now marks the start
Of horrors blooming in the mind and heart.
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Vinaigrette feeds the donkey’s mind,
Blinders on, and reason’s blind.
Chains and hay replace your thought —
The start of ruin, deeply wrought.
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The Kunstkamera
The Kunstkamera of the deformed:
Traitors, sadists, fascists, madmen,
While “normal” here is just the stormed
Beater’s rod — the tyrant’s canon.
The deformed are lucky — the rod
Already cracks the backs of fools.
Still more of the rabble will be trod,
And beaten into tyrant;rules.
The rod strikes fast — the scum is vast,
Clouds choke this gloomy world of night.
The Prison sinks, the die is cast,
All hope of freedom drowned from sight.
The Kunstkamera of the deformed —
A prison stretching worldwide, grim.
Amid the WASTE, so long deformed,
It’s hard not to grow weak and dim.
The planet, clogged with bio;trash,
Nearly crushed beneath the vile.
Soon, all this filth will meet its crash,
And Darkness sings its final wile.
All creatures vile will burn and wait
In Hell — the end of foul estate.
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Kunstkamera of the damned,
Scum and madmen all crammed.
Planet cleansed, the Dark will claim —
Hell awaits the fiends by name.
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Playing on the Soul
Press “Escape” or “Backspace” —
You’ll barely manage in the virtual game
Named “Life.” An empty case
Marks victory in that treacherous frame.
When the case is full, Honor’s gone,
Exchanged for chips of Conscience and Mind.
Corruption reigns — to rise beyond,
You pay with Soul; if chips you lack, confined.
Then you’ve played the game the right way,
Sacrificed all, your Spirit to save.
Soon they’ll pause the Evil Array
And purge the bugs — the servants of the grave.
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In Life, no Escape, no Backspace key,
Empty case marks the Soul set free.
Sacrifice all — keep your Spirit whole,
Purge the Evil, reclaim the Soul.
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A Little World in a Case
“Man in a case” — a stage long passed.
The little world is wrapped in care.
From those claws, you cannot break free —
They peck and trap you everywhere.
Doctor Goebbels, Mengele never lie,
For care conceals the world’s fascist sway.
Fools believe that Nazism spied
Just for them — in some warped display.
For long ago, the fascist tide
Became worldwide, the norm, the law.
The idiot sits, obedient, eyes wide,
Watching war and virus on the maw.
Brains are fried, the mind explodes,
Or simply — terror reigns unchecked.
The goal of fascism, as it goes:
To strike all minds, leave none erect.
In a world of cretinism,
Power is just a dung;stained jest.
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A world in a case, all minds confined,
Fascism’s grip leaves reason blind.
Idiots watch, while chaos blooms —
Power stinks in cretinous rooms.
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Shining, Bullshitting, etc.
“Shining for others — I burn myself…”
— Nicholas van Tulpe
Bullshitting for others, I dull my own mind,
Passing off sparks as the light they seek.
But Bedlam won’t grasp the Light you find —
Spirit and Thought here are just a streak,
A rare flicker, barely there:
Darkness rules with Lies in this Bedlam lair.
And if you SHINE — you’ll vanish fast,
For rogues on thrones of scum hold sway vast.
A crooked knave took on the task
Of shining for all. Jealousy burns.
To kill competitors in Lies? No ask —
As easy as gulping beer, he turns.
Where Light, where Lies, where only a glint —
Intuition will mark the difference keen.
But if you crave smoothness, calm and stint,
Before the LIGHT, you’ll answer unseen.
Burn yourself, let smoke or light spill —
This problem’s long ceased to be yours.
To foul Bedlam only “No!” can still
Break the trap — NO DILEMMAS, of course!
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Shine for others, burn your mind,
In Bedlam, lies rule unkind.
Intuition marks the fleeting spark —
Say NO! — and pierce the dark.
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Degradation and Perturbation
Strength — it was.
Truth — a puff.
Reason in fools
Has drowned in Hell’s rough.
Spirit trampled flat —
All cattle roam.
In sum — an ass;hole,
A world without home.
They build so much
For the wretched’s sake:
A realm of lies
For the poor and fake.
The king — horned,
An idiot spawned;
At hand a thug
To torment the throng.
Prospects?
Cataclysm’s near:
Evil’s rupture
Crowns fascist fear.
In short — cretinism,
Rage that swells,
Downward still —
The spiral hells.
That path will pave
A New Hell's rod;
Destroy the filth —
Rejoice, the sod.
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Truth gone puff — reason dies,
Cretin kings and tyrant lies.
Rage swells, the spiral falls —
They pave the way to newer Hells.
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The Muddle of “Conscious Unity in the World”
All is one…
For the cretin,
The master,
A smack on the back.
If a false mine
Lies scattered in this world,
All is one in bullshit.
Division reigns, immense,
For Darkness builds everywhere
A new Digital Camp
For the “united” — whose minds
Are not problems,
Only total collapse —
Memes of the filth.
The sensitive, the wise, the spiritual —
Only your Light is the supreme guide:
In the World of Darkness, for the few —
The rest have fallen low.
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All is one in lies and scorn,
Darkness builds where fools are born.
Light leads the few who stand,
The rest lie crushed across the land.
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Blight or Hype?
“Man’s scourge is imaginary knowledge.”
— Michel de Montaigne, 16th century
Is it truly blight,
Or merely hype?
Through pseudo-science, fake art,
It spreads everywhere.
False faiths, through fear,
Drain what little reason remains.
The call of vile media —
And the gullible fool
Believes the rarest nonsense,
Even that which destroys
Or cripples the soul.
Listen only to your Inner Voice
In the madhouse of this world…
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Blight or hype, the fools believe,
Through lies and fear, the minds deceive.
Only the Inner Voice can guide,
Through this mad world where reason died.
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Fools laugh at idiots on the screen,
Even duller than themselves, it seems,
In that sitcom called “culture,”
Where not a hint of art redeems —
A pitiful, wretched bottom, plain.
Compare it with the subtle, the refined,
And you’ll grasp the truth of this:
The pleasure of the utter idiot
Flows through nonsense you cannot dismiss.
You cannot elevate it with “refined matter,”
Nor explain that art must be mystery,
Not a noisy swamp of pointless chatter,
Where flatulence passes for mastery.
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Fools laugh at fools, the screen’s a pit,
True art’s subtle — the idiots miss it.
No “refined matter” can lift the mess,
Mystery, not noise, defines finesse.
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Scum
Deputies — the rotten kind:
Degenerates and knaves,
Classes, castes — all left behind,
Their morals in the graves.
This gutter scum of crooked breed
Spews lies and filth at will.
The petty officials echo greed
And bring the fools their ill.
These vermin — excremental horde —
They wait the perfect chance,
Then finish off what’s left to hoard,
And laud their puppet;dance.
They praise faux;presidents — the clowns
Are not entranced by crowds;
They prate that some inhuman crown
Gave orders from the shrouds.
They smooth the ground with gentle lies —
But those who fall fall hard.
Freedom long since vanished, dried;
On paper you’re a bard.
Lies multiply by vermin’s hand —
The little world drowns in smoke
Of filthy falsehood, brazen brand.
They “care” — and smother, choke.
All creatures fuss about “health” so much
They roast us with their rot and venom.
Believe them once — you’ll lose your touch,
Turn nasty under their dictum.
Do not trust; fight back the foes —
You cannot fool them all.
In battling this UGLINESS, your soul
You’ll save — heed Soul’s call.
Listen only to the Soul!
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Officials feed the world with lies,
Scum praises scum while freedom dies.
Don’t bow, don’t trust their rotten schemes —
Fight on, preserve your soul and dreams.
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Intellect
All efforts of the mind are vain
Without the Spirit’s guiding flame.
Intuition rules — the highest plane;
Without it, no step’s ever tame.
Trust always your intuition
In every decisive stride.
Cast aside all teachings, tradition —
Most came from your cruel foe, worldwide.
The inner voice alone remains
The sole criterion of all.
It guards the mind from shattering pains,
It is the cornerstone, the wall.
For everywhere they plant division,
Idiocy flows like endless streams.
The goal is always mind’s derision,
To trap you in the limits of your dreams.
Here, distortions are a need:
Only Spirit reigns supreme.
On the agenda — questions for the dull, indeed,
To keep you in the line of fools, it seems.
Half-truths and lies — the supreme weapons.
Here, they strike you dead or maim.
And idle thoughts, invented deceptions
You alone remember, know their name.
Foolishness spreads through generations,
Rings of lies grow dull and vile.
All long became firm links
In slavery’s chain through Shadow’s isle.
So awaken now your intuition,
Discard the madness that was sown.
Become a free and soaring spirit —
This Hell deserves your scorn.
There’s only place for fools and brutes —
Leave this disgraceful Bedlam behind.
Build true communities — enough of jests.
Let Hell fall to the brainless kind.
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Fate of Man
From childhood each is placed within
The rigid frames of stupid schemes,
So melted down and made akin —
Spirit gone mute, obedient, seems.
Stupidity and spiritless souls
Are rulers’ aims, the beasts on high,
They drive their flocks toward final tolls,
They march the slaves where many die.
There’s death of flesh — but worse the curse:
The killing of the inner flame.
A wave of corpses — the count’s grown worse —
The world’s a vault, not worth a name.
Laws here serve those already dead,
Rules written for the fool to heed.
Even the air is stifled, lead;
Chains bind the many, none are freed.
In ruins of a world decayed
Few bright and fragile minds remain.
Spirit’s sapphires — thinly made;
This place manufactures the chain.
They forge the fools, the traitors, brutes,
Executioners who guard their skin,
Feeding on bold lies and suits,
Protecting all the crimes within.
Lies now run bottomless and loud,
Brazen, dumb — a madness’ crown.
They’ve turned into an order proud:
A command was given — kill the town.
Armies of bogus tests and plagues
March in a tidy, awful line —
To cleanse the land with paper rakes;
They burn as if with napalm’s sign.
Only Spirit’s strength can break those frames,
And sharpened Mind must lend its force.
Otherwise you’ll answer their cruel games —
They use the world to set the course.
Darkness soon will gape wide-open, then —
Only the Sun can slay that night.
Its light will burn the shadowed den,
Scorch every depth, restore the right.
Step out FROM SHADOWS — step to light!
Become a radiant flame here now,
Burn down the World’s obscene disgrace.
Let this be answer — take the vow,
And risk your head for Truth’s embrace.
Seek comrades near with whom to stand
In fierce fight ‘gainst fascism’s thrall.
Or else be turned to lifeless land —
Submit, and you become the pall.
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Step from the shadows, burn the lies,
Crush the fascist chains, see through their guise.
Hold your Spirit, strike the thrall —
Or join the dead, obey their call.
---
Rise, resist, and scorch the shame,
Shatter the lies, burn their game.
Hold your Spirit, fight the throng,
Or fall like sheep, where dead belong.
---
Break the chains, ignite the light,
Strike the tyrants with all your might.
Keep your soul — the dead obey,
Or join the heap where shadows stay.
---
Mock the lies that choke the weak,
Scorch the brutes the cowards seek.
Spirit alive, defy the herd,
Or rot with fools who’ve lost all word.
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Burn, you Spirit, scorch the vile!
Shatter lies, let tyrants bile!
Rise above the deadened herd —
Or rot, a sheep, unheard, absurd!
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1. Infernal March
Stand, O Spirit, strike the chains!
Crush the liars, burn the stains!
Do not bow to herd or fool —
This is not their poisoned school!
2. Fury Unbound
Rage, O Soul, through lies and scum!
Smash their lies, let chaos drum!
Tyrants tremble, slaves beware —
Only the brave can claim the air!
3. Scorched Awakening
Rise, O Flame, devour the night!
Expose the vile, restore the right!
Cowards fall where shadows creep —
The fearless wake, the liars weep!
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Man’s Fate
Since childhood, every soul is bound
In rigid frames of stupid schemes,
To forge the spirit into ground,
Obedient, hollow, mute, it seems.
Stupidity, like soullessness,
Are goals of beasts who hold the reins,
They drive all slaves to cruelness,
Their power thrives on others’ pains.
Death comes in body, worse in soul;
The tide of corpses swells, immense.
The world’s no cradle, but a hole,
A tomb of law and false pretense.
Rules here are for the lifeless ones,
For fools, the laws and iron chains;
The very air is stale, undone,
The world confined by endless pains.
Amid this ruin, fragile minds
Are rare as sapphire souls of light;
The rest are fools, of cruel kinds,
Forged in the chains of endless night.
The liars’ reach is bottomless,
Brazen, blind as madness spreads;
A mortal tool of cold excess,
To strike the living, fill with dreads.
False tests and plagues march in array,
To cleanse the ground, destroy with fire;
The Spirit breaks these frames away,
The Mind alone can lift you higher.
The Darkness waits — only the Sun
Can burn it down to deepest core.
Now rise, O Soul, the fight’s begun,
Leave Shadows’ grip and stand once more!
Become a radiant, blazing flame,
Incinerate the World’s disgrace;
Let courage answer lies and shame,
And risk your life to win the race.
Seek comrades, hearts that will unite
In furious battle with the vile;
Or else the dead will claim your light,
If you submit to Fate’s dark trial.
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Man’s Fate
Break the chains, ignite your soul,
Darkness falls, the liars burn!
Submit not — take your fight, your goal,
Or into corpses’ ranks you’ll turn!
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Man’s Fate
Rise, or rot among the dead —
Darkness yields to light, not dread!
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Man’s Fate
Obey and crumble, fool in chains,
Or burn the lies and break their reigns!
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Fools in frames, their souls confined,
Break the chains or fall behind!
---
Slaves of schemes, they rot in place,
Strike the dark, reclaim your space!
---
Trapped from birth in numbing laws,
Defy the fate, escape their claws!
---
Chains and lies, the world enslaves,
Rise, burn, break free from graves!
---
Dullards rule, the Spirit dies,
Laugh at fools and scorch the skies!
---
Death for slaves, deceit for kings,
Strike the dark—let freedom sing!
---
Born to chains, bred to obey,
Shatter fate, and seize the day!
---
Born in chains, the mind enslaved,
By fools and beasts, the world is paved.
---
Break the cage, let Spirit rise,
Scorch the lies, expose the spies!
---
Slaves to death, fools to the throne,
Strike the dark, reclaim your own!
---
Ashes fall where tyrants play,
Rise, or rot in shadowed clay!
---
Deceit and chains, the rulers’ game,
Burn it down, and curse their name!
---
Flesh may perish, lies may spread,
But Spirit strikes where angels dread!
---
Chains and fools, the world decays,
Spirit lost in shadowed maze.
---
Rise, O mind, break tyrants’ lie,
Or rot beneath their endless sky.
---
Lies will burn, the falsehoods fall,
Only Spirit outshines all.
---
Slaves to death, fools to the throne,
Strike the dark, reclaim your own!
---
Tyrants feast, the masses bow,
Strike them down—begin the now!
---
Spirit blazes, shadows flee,
Chains shatter, and the mind is free.
---
Fools obey, the tyrants grin,
Break their chains—let freedom in!
---
Lies parade, the masses kneel,
Strike the liars—cut the steel!
---
Spirit sparks in shadowed night,
Burn the dark, reclaim your sight!
---
All the scum will meet the blade,
No more lies, no more charade!
---
Blaze, O mind, through chains and hate,
Tear the false, reshape your fate!
---
Tyrants cower, fools awake,
Strike the world—let it break!
---
Chains will crack, the scum will fall,
Rise, O Spirit, heed the call!
---
Burn the lies, the rotten lies,
Only Truth shall claim the skies!
---
Darkness trembles, falsehoods bleed,
Strike with fire, sow no seed!
---
Tyrants crumble, fools awake,
Shatter prisons, raze the fake!
---
Stand, O Mind, and cut the chains,
Through the ashes, only gains!
---
Shine, O Soul, amidst the gloom,
Blast the lies, and seal their doom!
---
Wake, O Spirit, break the night,
Smash the chains, reclaim your might!
---
Fools will rot, their lies undone,
Strike the darkness, be the sun!
---
Tyrants quake, their reign is o’er,
Justice strikes, their lies no more!
---
Bow to none, the weak will fall,
Rise, O Soul, and crush them all!
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Light explodes where shadows creep,
Free the minds the liars keep!
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Ashes fly, the old will burn,
From their ruin, new worlds turn!
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Fire
The Soul here flounders in the dark,
Cursing bitter fate’s cruel mark.
Nothing stirs where Fire has died,
No spark remains in humankind.
That Flame went out long, long ago,
When this world fell beneath the foe.
One longs to drown in grief, to drown,
But here only inhuman feasts abound.
Fascism, genocide — all’s the same,
The Mind and Soul are set aflame.
For those who linger, sorrow’s near,
Surrounded by lice they fear.
These lice serve the fascists’ hand,
Vampires sold, a corrupted band.
They cure false ills with poisoned guise,
And rot all hope from deep inside.
The time of fifth-column deceit
Has vanished, gone, without retreat.
Two-thirds bow down in shadowed dread
To fascists’ will — the eclipse widespread.
Men weakened by the dark’s embrace,
Propaganda’s lies they now face.
Fascism watches the faint of heart,
Its evil tactics set apart.
Madness here is now the norm,
Fascism rules in every form.
The world consumed by this abyss,
Rotting like Kashchey’s poisoned kiss.
Yet worse than Kashchey’s deathly reign
Are inhumans, universe’s shame.
All feed, no servitude remains,
And soon you too will feel their claim.
Salvation lies in Spirit’s might —
Strengthen Conscience, hold the Light.
Victory will not come bloodless,
We’ll drive them out, the slaves, the ruthless.
The Sun will rise to aid our fight,
And burn the Hell embodied right.
All inhuman fiends will quake with fear,
For soon each vile beast dies here.
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Fire Strike
The Soul in darkness flails and burns,
The inhuman feast — the world inurns.
Fascists prey, their lies ignite,
But Spirit’s Flame will claim the fight.
The Sun will rise, their Hell undone,
And every fiend shall meet its shun.
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Blaze of Reckoning
Soul trapped in darkness, lies surround,
Fascist filth will burn to ground.
Spirit strikes — their Hell will fall,
Every fiend destroyed by all.
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Inferno Strike
Soul in shadows, cursed, confined!
Fiends of Fascism, purge the blind!
Flame of Spirit — tear their Hell!
Every fiend will burn in Hell!
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Blaze of the Soul
Soul trapped in darkness, gnaws, it fights!
Cursed fate bites, sparks ignite!
No fire in men, no flame survives,
Fools parade, while darkness drives.
Flame snuffed long ago, world enslaved,
Drink your sorrow, drown depraved!
Only fiends feast, the living burn,
Brains and spirits crushed, none to return.
Fascism roars, genocide reigns,
Murder of minds, endless chains.
Lice of tyrants, blood-stained horde,
Betray, corrupt, obey the sword.
Fifth column’s hour lost, gone past,
Two-thirds bow, shadows cast.
Propaganda stabs, madness norms,
World devoured by blackened storms.
Worse than Koschei, fiends persist,
Universe shamed, in darkness kissed.
All are prey, soon your turn comes,
Save your Spirit, the drum of drums!
Sun shall strike, raze the Hell,
Fiends will scream, their vile shell.
Victory won’t bleed in vain,
We’ll purge the scum, break the chain!
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Blaze Strike
Soul in darkness burns alone!
Fiends feast while fire’s gone!
Madness rules, the world enslaved,
Sun will rise — the scum be braved!
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Infernal Wrath
Souls suffocate in shadow’s grip,
Fiends devour, the world a crypt.
Sun ignites — their lies undone,
Every scum shall burn, each one!
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Burn Them All
Fiends shall fry, their lies combust —
Sun scorches every traitor’s dust!
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Soulfire Rising
Let Spirit blaze — the Sun shall wake,
And darkness crumble for truth’s sake.
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The Struggle
No small feat this battle is,
A skillful fight, a daring risk.
Resolve to break the chains that bind
The slavish soul, the fettered mind.
Total slavery rules this place,
The Universe drowned in foolishness and disgrace.
Corruption, rudeness, blatant lies —
Freedom here seems paralyzed.
Spineless monsters, traitors, fiends,
Or simply madmen, dark extremes.
A nightmare reigns — you could but scream,
While Heaven’s light feels like a dream.
The fighters few, the traitors many,
Hell’s no longer dreamt — it’s uncanny.
Paths must be sought, the struggle planned,
Or under tyrant’s hand, the world will disband.
Fortify your resistance, seek allies strong,
For soon deliverance will right the wrong.
Nature lends aid, a thousand wonders near,
All the inhuman scum will disappear.
Spirit’s rebirth is stirring — feel the call,
This is no rumor — Hell begins to fall.
So stand unshaken, fearless, wise,
Triumph will shine before your eyes.
We shall rise again, break the infernal chains,
Return to the Source, and burn the ruins’ remains.
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Chains will break, the tyrants fall,
Hell itself will heed our call.
Spirit rises, fierce and free —
Scum shall burn, and we shall be.
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Rage the soul, the weak shall die,
Fools and fiends will scorch and fry.
Chains of slaves torn in two —
Victory’s fire will burn through.
---
Smash the lies, destroy the herd,
Let the screams be sharply heard.
Spirit armed, relentless, wild —
Hell shall quake where once it smiled.
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Rise, resist, the tyrants bleed,
Scum reduced to ash and weed.
Freedom forged in Spirit’s flame —
All the wretches bear their shame.
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Chains snap! Fools fall!
Scum burns! Tyrants crawl!
Spirit strikes! Darkness dies!
Victory roars! Hell cries!
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Rise up! Tear the cage!
Crush the fiends! Rage and rage!
Flames of Soul! Strike them down!
Scum shall choke — no crown!
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Smash the lies! Break their bones!
Hell erupts! Freedom hones!
Fools are ash! Tyrants flee!
Spirit reigns! You are free!
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1.
Chains snap, scum falls!
Spirit rises, darkness calls!
2.
Tyrants burn, fools break!
Freedom strikes — Hell quake!
3.
Smash the lies, crush the vile!
Rise, O Soul, fierce and agile!
4.
Ashes fly, tyrants flee!
Spirit roars — we are free!
5.
Break the cage, strike the scum!
Hell trembles — here we come!
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1.
Chains of slaves — undone!
Hell itself — outrun!
2.
Fools obey, tyrants die!
Spirit burns — lift high!
3.
Break the scum, shatter the lies!
Soul ignites — darkness dies!
4.
Slave no more, chains fall!
Hell screams — freedom calls!
5.
Tyrants bleed, lies crack!
Rise, O Soul, strike back!
6.
Darkness trembles, scum roars!
Spirit flies — open doors!
7.
Smash the cage, strike the brute!
Freedom’s flame — absolute!
8.
Hell quakes, fools flee!
Soul ascends — victory!
9.
Chains shatter, tyrants fall!
Spirit conquers, stands tall!
10.
Break, burn, crush the vile!
Soul roars — endless trial!
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1.
Chains snap — tyrants fall!
Soul strikes back — heed the call!
2.
Fools cower, scum bleeds!
Spirit rises, breaks their deeds!
3.
Smash the cage, crush the vile!
Freedom roars — hell’s exile!
4.
Slave no longer! Darkness breaks!
Spirit’s fire — earth quakes!
5.
Tyrants tremble, lies ignite!
Soul storms forth — claim your right!
6.
Break the bonds, raze the lies!
Spirit flies — fear dies!
7.
Scum crushed, traitors fall!
Soul ascends — conquer all!
8.
Chains shatter, darkness flees!
Spirit roars — none shall seize!
9.
Rise, warrior, strike the brute!
Hell itself bends to your root!
10.
Break, burn, destroy the scum!
Spirit drives — beat the drum!
11.
Darkness shatters, tyrants quake!
Soul storms forth — none shall break!
12.
Hell trembles, fools scatter!
Soul’s fire — nothing matters!
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1.
Rise, soul! Ignite the flame!
Hell is gone — freedom’s claim!
2.
Chains fall, darkness dies!
Spirit soars — the world shall rise!
3.
From the ashes, soul ascends!
Hell shatters — darkness ends!
4.
Awake, warrior, mind and heart!
Tyrants crumble — worlds depart!
5.
Spirit strong, fear undone!
Darkness flees — the battle’s won!
6.
Break the night, shine your fire!
Hell retreats — lift higher, higher!
7.
Soul reborn, chains no more!
The vile fall — hear freedom roar!
8.
Hell quakes beneath your light!
Rise, oh soul — reclaim your right!
9.
Darkness trembles, scum shall fall!
Spirit’s call — above it all!
10.
Strike with heart, fight with mind!
Hell will break — freedom find!
11.
Rise, awaken, conquer fear!
Soul’s bright fire — nothing near!
12.
Chains of lies now fall away!
Spirit shines — the end of sway!
13.
Hell dissolves in light you bring!
Soul ascends — freedom’s king!
14.
Tyrants quake, their lies undone!
Spirit’s dawn — a rising sun!
15.
Soul ignites, the night decays!
Hell retreats — the spirit stays!
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1. Chains break, rise!
2. Spirit ignites, hell flees!
3. Darkness falls, shine!
4. Soul strikes back!
5. Tyrants crumble now!
6. Fire within, destroy lies!
7. Hell trembles, stand!
8. Freedom roars, rise!
9. Break night, shine!
10. Soul reigns supreme!
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Chains break, rise!
Spirit ignites, hell flees!
Darkness falls, shine!
Soul strikes back!
Tyrants crumble now!
Fire within, destroy lies!
Hell trembles, stand!
Freedom roars, rise!
Break night, shine!
Soul reigns supreme!
Crush deceit, endure!
Oppressors fall swiftly!
Rage fuels victory!
Truth pierces shadows!
Rise, relentless spirit!
Shatter fear, strike!
Conquer chains, soar!
Light burns, wake!
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Break chains!
Rise now!
Strike hard!
Crush lies!
Hell falls!
Fire burns!
Stand strong!
Soul fights!
Darkness dies!
Victory roars!
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Break!
Rise!
Strike!
Crush!
Burn!
Stand!
Fight!
Shatter!
Roar!
Triumph!
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Annihilate!
Rip!
Crush!
Burn!
Scatter!
Tear!
Wreck!
Smash!
Devour!
Rise!
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Annihilate. Rip. Burn. Rise.
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Break chains. Crush lies. Ignite Spirit. Rise free.
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Shatter bonds. Defy tyrants. Let Spirit blaze.
---
Fight oppression. Strike falsehood. Awaken your soul.
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Break chains. Rise. Crush the false.
Fight the tyrants. Free the Spirit.
Resist. Strike. Let the Soul roar.
Oppression falls. Truth awakens.
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Chains shatter, fools tremble, tyrants burn.
Strike! Resist! Let the false crumble beneath.
Rage, Soul, rise! Crush the enslavers’ grasp.
No mercy for liars, no rest for traitors.
Spirit unchained, the nightmare ends in fire.
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Break the chains, burn the scum, rise, Soul!
Crush the tyrants, drown the lies in fire.
No slaves remain—only warriors free.
Smash deceit, strike traitors, awaken Spirit!
The nightmare falters—courage breaks its hold.
Unleash the fight, let hell itself collapse.
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Rip the chains, burn the filth, rise fierce!
Smash the liars, crush the tyrants, strike!
No slaves, no cowards—Spirit rules!
Traitors fall, deceit dies, courage reigns!
Hell trembles—freedom’s wrath awakens!
Strike hard, strike fast, let the darkness bleed!
Soul ablaze, enemies shattered, victory now!
Fight relentless—no mercy, no surrender!
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Ïðàâäîëþáåö Âàñÿ Ïóïêèí
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Çà ãðîøè, "êàðüåðíûé ðîñò".
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Ïîä÷èíÿåòñÿ âñåãäà,
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Ãåíîöèäîì — íî... ñëó÷àéíà âíîâü áåäà...
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Cattle
Here dullness and slavish submission
Have long overstepped every line.
The herd lost all sense of contrition —
It kneels before filth like a shrine.
It knows not it’s fallen, degraded,
Nor sees what it’s doing below.
By monsters it’s stung and invaded —
Yet only can eat, sleep, and grow.
They’re not even people — just remnants,
With souls that are crippled or gone.
They’re meat for the fascist attendants —
Who serve on their banquet of scorn.
Their “minds” are mere habits implanted,
From childhood — to think as they’re told.
Alone, they seem almost enchanted,
Together — a madhouse unfolds.
The wise are near gone, like ascetics
Among greedy merchants and fools.
No hope — the decay is prophetic,
No dawn for these darkness-wracked schools.
The cowardly herd will trample
The last of the lucid and brave.
No point to feel hurt or to sample
Regret — time to flee this grave.
Let spirits abandon this dwelling,
This Hell that’s already made flesh —
Or soon they’ll be forced into yelling
Praise to the fascist’s mesh.
But the Sun comes forth in its power,
To burn all corruption away.
Too late now to pray in this hour —
We failed to be Dew of the Day.
For Mind is not split into races —
It’s One, an unbounded Sea.
Not herds in their servile places
Of fascist parody.
I don’t know where few still living
Will steer their final flight —
But may it in visions be given
To those who kept Spirit bright.
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Epitaph
They called it mankind once —
Now it just moos in unison.
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The Fall of the Herd
(A Scroll of the Last Dawn)
Preface — Warning to the Reader
This scroll is not for the faint of heart.
Within lie the cries of the hollow, the laughter of the doomed, and the fire that cleanses all.
Read, if you dare — but know:
The herd is already fallen,
And only Spirit will rise from the ashes.
Epigraph:
When Spirit withdrew, flesh sang —
And called its rot “life.”
I. Battle Cry
Crawl, herd of the hollow and numb —
Your chains are your holy creed.
The fire will strike — you’ll become
The ashes your masters feed.
II. Divine Comedy (of Cattle)
Bow lower, proud slaves of decay —
Your filth is your flag, well-worn.
You’re sure you have something to say —
But only the flies are born.
III. Before the Fire
The herd shall choke on its lies,
The Sun will tear the veil.
From ashes the Spirit will rise —
The beasts will not prevail.
IV. The Verdict
No mercy. No more disguise.
The herd had its final feast.
Now watch — as the Heavens rise,
And silence devours the beast.
Postscript — The Sun Speaks
I burn not to punish,
but to remind:
Only Light survives
when blindness dies.
Seal of the Sun
Blind shall burn.
The Seeing shall become Light.
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The Fall of the Herd — Manifesto
Crawl, hollow herd, numb and blind,
Your chains are holy, your masters kind.
Bow to your filth, salute decay,
The fire will strike, burn all away.
The herd chokes on lies it feeds,
The Sun tears veils, devours your seeds.
From ashes rises Spirit bright,
Beasts fall silent in the Light.
No mercy, no disguise,
Your final feast — your last lies.
Blind shall burn, the Seeing rise,
Only Light survives when blindness dies.
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The Mark
Blind burn.
Seeing rise.
Only Light survives.
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The Jest
Kneel, fools, your filth is praised.
Even the flies laugh at your parade.
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Horror of Non-Being
More terrible than terror itself
Is all your life’s span.
Clearer than clarity itself
That no day began
Without thinking
Of this very Hell.
And what’s the sum?
The whole world fell
Apart, torn to shreds,
The world is lost —
It plunges into the abyss,
The ninth wave’s cost.
A flood of filthy lies
Has smothered all here.
Wounds weigh on hearts,
All around — whine and fear.
All just moan —
Weak is the fight.
Idiots howl.
The slave’s plight.
Already we’re fed up —
BLOW THIS HELL TO SKY!
For our neighbors’ sake, shame —
Fascist filth runs high.
He’s built a death camp
For every one of us.
Such shit!!!
And forever?—thus?
The Sun will save us —
Burn all Bedlam down.
Every last bit.
Tremble, you clown!
For betraying here
Mind and Spirit’s spark…
Yet that’s Victory
For all of us — and the dark
Servants of filthy non-humans
Will meet their doom.
God will account for
The mad mob’s gloom.
You will rise again,
If your Spirit is strong.
You will return
To where the Brave belong.
There awaits only those
Who kept Honor bright.
Die with skill —
The time has come to fight.
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Rage Against the Abyss
Blow this Hell to sky!
Let the Sun burn lies.
Only the Brave survive,
While the filth dies.
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The Jest of Fate
Kneel, fools, your Hell is praised.
Even the dead laugh at your parade.
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Cynics in the Clinic
Illiterate fools
Topple so-called science today,
Lying schizophrenics
Dive into esoterica to lecture and sway.
It all looks like a clinic —
They push the wild, crush the last of Mind.
And to stay uncynical
Is impossible — a flood of broken freaks groans and lies combined!
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Clinic of Fools
Fools topple science, lies abound,
Madmen preach while reason drowns.
The Mind is crushed, the herd will moan —
Cynicism’s seed has fully grown.
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The Stamp
Fools preach, the sane despair.
Madness reigns — do you even care?
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I, the Pig
I’ll wed a monkey
Scruffy, dull, and blind.
Truth I seek in a glass,
As father fascism’s malice grinds.
The F;hrer is my messiah,
The monkey proud, a patriot too.
And years of chaos fly by,
While the idiot reigns, it’s true.
Behold him, king of nature —
Strong by sheer majority.
“Smart ones,” they call themselves —
But now, your fate’s impurity.
They mow you down — the reaper
Is the monkey, and yes, me.
No rebirth awaits you here —
For only a PIG is needed, see.
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Only a Pig
Wed the monkey, drunk with lies,
Idiot reigns while reason dies.
The reaper’s laugh — the fate is clear:
No one survives, except the pig here.
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The Seal
Idiot rules, the monkey cheers.
Only the pig remains through years.
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Involution
The involution of fascism —
Now just a cargo cult, absurd:
They shove super-enemas in brains,
And drive the Spirit from the world.
The filthy media stinks
Across this tiny sphere — Mind out!
Creatures kill with lies,
Super-lies in combat tout.
“Super-,” “ultra-,” long in ads,
“Two-in-one” you’ll meet as well.
In this Global Bedlam madness,
Don’t touch the cargo cults that dwell.
Involution of Consciousness —
Hence the cargo, hence the pain.
No limit to the torture here
Of lost souls… soon nothing remains.
Instead of souls, foul carcasses.
Those corpses “healed” with poison slow.
“Doctors” in their crosshairs,
Rotting while the fools bestow.
“Two-in-one” — fascism and “healing.”
“Three-in-one” — add cretinism too.
Very few exceptions exist —
Everything swiftly spirals through.
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Cargo Hell
Brains flushed with super-lies,
Spirit crushed as freedom dies.
Fascism heals? A deadly jest —
Only the damned escape this mess.
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The Seal of Cargo
Fascism “heals,” the Spirit flees.
Brains rot fast — only fools believe.
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Shit or Samsara?
Filth and fear, lies roof-high,
Stupidity, rudeness, sticky dread.
Darkness of traitors — hear them cry,
And know: the end is near, widespread.
And why did these creatures sell?
For mere pennies, the BLOOD-MOST.
It’s not about Samsara at all —
The vile beasts’ triumph is the cost.
Degradation!!! Samsara here
Is irrelevant. Shit rises on yeast:
Losers rule, a roof-eater,
Money-worshipping god, unleashed.
For cash, these beasts betray and kill,
The whole world drowned in their spree.
The few — they count for nothing still,
Ignored, while masses breed debris.
Non-humans have no exceptions —
Crushed by vile, pathetic throngs.
Extermination through sheer collections —
The method fails? No, it belongs.
The best method is the simplest yet —
A filthy fool, like a thief, misled.
Turn this creature against the rest —
Lie more, and feed them dread.
A bright example: CowID,
In CowID lands, fake doctors reign.
Protocols executed without a slip,
Like executioners, they bring the pain.
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Shit or Samsara
Filth rules, lies soar high,
Fools obey while the Spirit dies.
Cash crowns the traitors’ spree —
Only the few will ever be free.
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The Seal
Fools worship cash, the Spirit crushed.
Lies rule all — only the few rise.
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Slow Execution
The execution continues —
Life in a wretched world.
Only scum celebrate,
While you walk light, unfurled.
Doubts fall away,
Fears, all lies too.
Though decay surrounds,
Multiply the Spirit in you.
After the execution,
You’ll soar to other spheres…
Perhaps… all the daytime nightmares
Will vanish from your years.
Very little remains,
If your Spirit is strong.
To hell with fear and fatigue —
You’re an arrow, the bow drawn long.
Flying from Hell,
Forget it all within —
Joy is only for the weak here.
For the wise, execution or path begins.
The path from Hell can be swift —
Like an arrow through the gloom…
But the wearisome way
Is the “ass’s path” through doom.
Yet being an ass is better
Than a dull, mindless sheep.
The clouds thicken here —
We do not live, we rot beneath.
This execution by decay —
Thus Spirit is slain.
So cast away all doubts —
Out!!! Seek the Path or the Bow again.
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Arrow from Hell
Doubts fall, lies burn away,
Spirit grows where decay holds sway.
Fly from Hell, forget the blight,
Seek the Path — or draw the Bow right.
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The Seal of Decay
Rot reigns, the weak rejoice,
The Spirit flies — hear its voice.
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The Debilization of a Country
"In the name of what do embezzlers
Rush in crowds to patriot’s claim?
In the name of what, like riddles,
Must the truth be written plain?"
— Sasha Chyorny, "In the Name of What?", 1911
The debilization of a country
Matters more than mines or energy.
Declaring war is now the path
To progress — and politics’ strategy.
A bribed fool is more precious
Than all intellect combined.
If you steal — you’re patriotic,
If you thug — socially aligned.
If honest, you’ll be deemed the foe
Among the worthless, base, and vile.
But these scum rule not with rods,
They reign by lies, their only style.
From every press, the poison flows:
CowID, the war — proof, indeed.
The country’s not just full of fools —
But debils, boundless in their greed.
Madness seeps through every crack,
Through every door of the meek.
Don’t want to be killed by filth?
Fight the vile with all the strength you seek.
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The Country of Fools
Bribed fools rule, lies reign high,
Madness spreads as reason dies.
Don’t kneel to scum, don’t be meek —
Fight the vile, resist the weak.
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The Seal of Debilization
Fools rule, the honest fall.
Lies crown scum — despise them all.
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The Intoxication of Shameful Lies
The stench of lies corrodes the mind,
Mirages everywhere, fascist power strong.
But the non-human rush in vain: the Earth will grind
The shame of stupid men — and soon all fall along.
But the non-human rush in vain: the Earth will grind
The shame of stupid men — and soon all fall along.
We lost it all — sold out, betrayed,
Total genocide, fools everywhere.
Simply put — we’re stupid, doomed, decayed:
Total lies kill all, none spared, beware.
Simply put — we’re stupid, doomed, decayed:
Total lies kill all, none spared, beware.
Hybrid war — in it, lies and poison are weapons:
“Care” surrounds, yet it kills all the same.
All here is vain labor — all serve Satan’s lessons,
Sacred betrayed, and lies are their claim.
All here is vain labor — all serve Satan’s lessons,
Sacred betrayed, and lies are their claim.
Exceptions are rare, through centuries few —
The fighters die just as their path begins.
And barely heard, for propaganda’s sting
Pierces painfully, drives all to madness, to horror’s wings.
And barely heard, for propaganda’s sting
Pierces painfully, drives all to madness, to horror’s wings.
The intoxication of shameful lies gnaws our minds.
Corrupt mirages — here rules Satan’s might.
But Satan rushes in vain, for soon the Sun will burn
The shame of the non-human — and all will meet their blight.
But Satan rushes in vain, for soon the Sun will burn
The shame of the non-human — and all will meet their blight.
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Sun Against Lies
Shameful lies gnaw the mind,
Fascist power grips the blind.
The Sun will burn the filth away,
All fools consumed, none will stay.
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The Seal of Filth
Fools and fiends will burn, the Sun decides.
Lies consumed — the Spirit still abides.
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Price Lists and Talents
"In the literary price list
I am recorded on a mournful page:
‘One cannot deny the talent,
But a hopeless pessimist’."
— Sasha Chyorny, "Into the Space", 1911
In the literary price list,
It’s usually all sheer trash —
It’s never truly about the talent,
But about servitude, the stench and clash.
Talent, in truth, is seldom embraced,
Used only to dilute propaganda’s lies.
The people slumber, dreamlike, encased —
Talent helps them sleep more wise.
And so the dead are stuffed there,
In fragments, thrown in racks.
In all editorial rooms, the air is stale,
Media departments lie just as much, in packs.
Poet, when you’re in the price list —
Then a traitor or a COMMODITY:
You mark the talent with a cross,
Amid the media’s streams of falsity.
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Talent for Sale
Talent crushed, truth cast aside,
Media flows with lies worldwide.
Poets marked as traitors, bought and sold,
Corruption reigns where stories are told.
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The Seal of the Price List
Talent buried, lies in bloom,
Poets sold to serve the tomb.
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The Art of Lies
Disinformation is sacred —
An art refined through the ages:
The art of lies always on stage —
Keeping humans trapped in cages.
They sprinkle in grains of truth —
Twist, distort, and pervert the tale.
All diluted with propaganda’s sooth —
Like building Heaven here… it’s Hell unveiled.
Don’t trust the beasts, your neighbors too
Will call you fool in a single glance.
What guards these absurdities, askew?
The slave’s collar, this madhouse’s stance.
This madhouse holds countless deceits,
Layered like a treacherous cake.
Shitty fascism rules the people,
While Satan grants the fascists’ stake.
Fascism hides in all the lies —
Always some “new” vile ism.
The soul of the sensitive forever cries —
Targeted by fascism’s schism.
To kill the Spirit is the goal of all beasts,
And fake religions aid their creed.
In lies like butter, devils roast,
Turning the world to Hell, to Nothing indeed.
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Lies on Stage
Disinformation rules, the Spirit dies,
Fascist lies burn under open skies.
Devils roast in the world’s deceit,
Hell unfolds beneath our feet.
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The Seal of Lies
Fascist lies reign, the Spirit fades,
Devils cook the world in Hell’s charades.
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The Slave’s Collar
Consciousness is kaleidoscopic—
No spine of Spirit there remains.
So habit hammers truth with tropes,
And bluntness beats where sense was stained.
All that displeases — planted venom —
Trolled by that same compulsive frame.
That fascist bastard seeded poison;
The pattern spreads and hides his name.
The collar’s wholeness — that tight binding —
Is thought’s main, wretched, daily feat.
It pricks with burs at anything
That dares to challenge these foul streets.
The slave’s debate? To save the collar —
To save the dull lemming on the brink.
It shields him from the knowing that
He walks where cliffs and ruin sink.
It saves him from the truth: you’re falling;
This contest’s prize is but a groat.
For pennies sold they all betrayed us —
By fascist scum the land is bought.
Few have awakened — few are lucid;
A legion of the pierced remain.
Hell’s not a dream — it’s incarnate here;
This world itself has grown the pain.
Still lemmings think this “care” will heal them —
A jab that slaughters, hailed as gain.
Such shame has not been seen for ages —
And so — soon ALL SHALL BE CONSUMED BY FLAME.
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The Collar
Conscious minds crushed, the Spirit gone,
Fascist poison rules, the weak march on.
Hell incarnate, lemmings blind,
All shall burn — leave none behind.
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The Seal of the Collar
Spirit crushed, the lemmings fall,
Fascist lies — the end of all.
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Beyond Being
It matters not where you were born,
Nor what your body keeps—
You’re useful now, to beasts reborn,
To those who traffic in the heaps.
They’ll fit you in their filthy Bedlam,
They’ll triple force to keep you meek;
Their tools are perfect for the dumb,
Their rot will make your Spirit weak.
They’ll herd you into servile rows,
A stupid flock driven to the knife.
The world beneath that fascist’s toes
Marches like a company under fife.
The mortal danger — passed, a stage;
What’s needed is a ruthless sight:
This rotten mess is off the page —
It lies beyond the line of light.
It isn’t suffering — it’s decay,
A putrefaction plain and sure.
When Spirit scraps at last away,
You’ll crawl inside a manure-curd jar.
Manure-flies swarm already in Hell,
And now the age is come: the world in craze.
It’s time to wake — arise, rebel;
Let fascists quake when shots we raise.
When we begin to hang them high
On every lamppost in the square,
Step off the pawn-line, say “No!” to fate,
Say “No!” to gnomes who never dared.
To that dull gnome of fate who slept,
Who never learned how one should fight,
Who in his bedroom and his shop
Has sold his dignity for bite.
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Delusion Defence
We need a delusion-defence
So all may here together rot.
Without that numbing influence
We’ll never learn to limp and plot.
All join toward a common goal —
A goal that feeds the fascist hand.
They’ve managed everywhere to sow
This dullness through the land.
We build the rings of madness wider
With every year that ticks along.
We’re oaks — the “Young Comrades” firmer —
Easy to keep yoked and strong.
Easy to poison those deranged,
A jab to hush them into sleep.
And in our schools the “clever” taught
To let their Reason fall asleep.
On the Pure they stitch the nonsense —
You’ll not withstand the fight, you’ll break
If you don’t shout once and for all,
“No!” to every mad parade.
To the universal madness,
To the tormented, raging throng,
To the filth that rules like kings —
This foulness sings its victory song.
Those non-humans plot this total lie;
The journos’ rabble spreads it wide.
There’s so much delirium about
That you yourself are lost inside.
It’s late to sound the general alarm —
Only one path now will suffice:
Send those non-humans off to death,
And with them all their servile vice.
The monstrous turned their lackeys into hangmen,
The fools rejoice — they wait for torch-lit nights.
They dream the “new order,” madhouse-wide.
So rise to the fight — or we’re damned outright.
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Delusion Rings
Madness spreads — the fascists grin,
The fools rejoice while we grow thin.
Rise, resist, or all is lost,
Fight now — whatever be the cost.
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The Seal of Delusion
Madness reigns, the fascists cheer,
Rise and fight — or disappear.
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Theatres of Absurdity in the World of Madness
Theatres of Absurdity in the World of Madness:
All “countries” fake, and Global Fascism reigns,
Dictating every move. No room remains
For sarcasm here — just sheer idiocy.
The universal madness runs unchecked —
A little war, a little sheep-virus next.
The push of vile, disgusting lies is total,
Few are left who still keep their mental portal.
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Absurdity Reigns
Global lies, the fascists cheer,
Madness spreads, the fools draw near.
No room for sense, no mind is free,
Theatres of absurdity.
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Seal of Absurdity
Madness rules, the fascists play,
Sense and reason swept away.
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I’m Dead!!!
I’m dead — now it’s fine to praise me,
To hype me a little, too.
That hype always felt so hazy —
I’d rather write something new.
A poem, or maybe just resting —
No pressure, no crowd to please.
A poet, once dead, feels the blessing —
They praise him... he’s finally at peace.
In horror he once was hovering,
Like a hawk on the edge of flight.
And Death — yes, he needed covering,
For he’d never close his eyes to Blight.
Insomnia, scorn, derision,
And nightmares that never end...
A poet won’t rot in submission
If he never learned to bend.
He calls a whore by her label,
Sees traitors through their disguise,
Calls filth by name — he’s able
To stare straight through their lies.
In Hell we dwell — and the wretches
Call this “acceptable life.”
A poet unmasks these sketches —
Calls “living” — decay and strife.
To name all things in their essence —
That’s poetry’s sacred creed.
Few dare that fierce confession —
Most chew their lies like feed.
I’m dead! — no need for praising,
I’ve done all I could, I swear.
Escaped the stench, the brazen
Disgrace of Hell — or there?..
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Dead, But Free
I’m dead — no chains can bind me now,
Hell itself bows to my vow.
Escape the stench, the lies, the dread —
I rise, though all the fools are dead.
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Dead, Untamed
I’m dead — the fools still crawl in Hell,
I’m gone — but all their lies won’t quell.
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The Greatest Wonder
The greatest wonder ever found —
The Global Fool, so proudly crowned.
He trusts the fascist Judas’ lies,
Their vile offal he deifies.
That faith’s a fantasy obscene,
Stupidity hard as diamond sheen.
A pierced-out mind — a shameful stage:
They’ll carry out each foul command.
Forget the peaks of other charms,
No place for miracles but this:
The world’s a wood of fools and harms,
Where wit is lost in pointless bliss.
All thinking folk stray through those brakes,
Their reason dimmed, their pathways lost;
They dream how to reclaim their shapes —
To bring back Reason at all cost.
But Reason to a fool’s a curse;
He fears awakening the most.
The herds of idiots rehearse —
Non-humans triumph, vile and gross.
Filthy scum plot to stoop us low,
To turn all minds to empty clods.
Their dream: a global madhouse grow —
A worldwide circus without gods.
Fools need no chains — the doctor’s guard
Becomes their leader, badge and crown.
Foundations laid for this backyard:
“Multiply the dull!” — the town’s renown.
The culture’s slogan — blunt, obscene;
The law of genocide by scheme.
They want only fools and queens of spleen —
And drive the Spirit from the dream.
Upon the Soul the hunt proceeds;
Some fog conceals their wicked art.
Those nauseous non-humans plant the seeds —
And carry out the blackest part.
Their plan: to kill the Spirit’s breath —
A fate more foul than brutal death.
In service stand the bought-off whores;
Their numbers crush the earthly shores.
This is unnatural to Earth —
When everywhere one idiot breeds.
Soon trouble comes to claim its worth:
The planet shakes off rotten seeds.
Or else she cannot go on being —
She’ll purge the fools that choke her face.
Those crazed, drugged non-humans fleeing —
She’ll make an end of their disgrace.
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To Meet Death
Go meet Death — there is no other road.
Or put your trust in fascism — then you’re almost dead.
Around — the living dead, a global madhouse reigns,
Cowards all, and dumb, turned cattle in the chains.
Fighters here are few; betrayals crowd the land;
“Laws” are for the Prison — for Spirit and for Mind.
The yoke is worn like prize, soullessness the goal;
Fascists grin — they’ve driven the wise into a hole.
Three percent are clever — a waking nightmare’s spine;
For those mad non-humans everyone should be in a sty.
The World-Sty is built; the vet is now their god;
The pressure of the lies is tripled by the fascist’s boot.
It’s passe to fire shells — now lies will do the killing;
We’ll set the idiots loose on every sensible being.
We’ll send them fast away — to other worlds they’ll fly.
No more need for wisdom — we’ve got our talmudic lie.
The world beneath the fascist scum — the Mind is nearly spent.
But the bastards miscalculated — Death will be our vent.
The Sun will burn the zoos — will scorch their tyrant weight;
We’ll be reborn in Spirit — pure, joyful, and innate.
We’ll turn back to the Source — and only Worms will die.
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“High-Art” Production of Filth
Hughes mingled with the outcasts:
They had more time than the rest
To sharpen taste — for worldly ties
Were weak, and they were not obsessed.
Those who refuse to clash with neighbors
Over fat slices of the earth —
To stay pure midst filth is sacred,
A vow of Spirit, a quiet worth.
Filth coats even the finest minds,
Evil bends them through the head;
Look — heaps lie where flowers should bloom,
And all is “Sabbath!” instead.
To cry out when ensnared in chains
Of networks is a feat most tough.
The Devil’s tricked the reckless few,
Poured them into Filth’s own stuff.
Now Everest-high mounds of filth
Are called by culture in their day…
If you bear solitude’s heavy cross,
Your truth remains — they cannot sway.
Your lines or paintings — of no use;
Evil trained the fools to chew
This filth that passes for our art,
A feast for those who never knew.
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The Superfluous Man
To push out “the extra” —
A turning into cattle.
Gradually the subtle voice
Grows faint, becomes fragile.
The Global Pen — a corral of fates:
No man can here make free
The “superfluous”; madmen drive
Nonsense on for centuries.
With state support, approval crowd-wide,
The “extra” suffers costs
Only for a time. The slaves prepare
For steps anew, as chains are tossed.
The muzzle shows the path ahead:
Digital corral, shackles in mind —
Step forth into the VOID,
Leave freedom far behind.
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Shit Given to Us in Perception
“Matter is objective reality, given to us in sensation…”
— Vladimir Ilyi Chlenin
Everywhere — Shit —
As the world is given:
A sentence of darkness.
Anything else is nonsense
When you remove this fact.
Vanished into Lies —
Step into the herds!
The corral of the world,
Miserable. Within it,
Free cheese has rotted,
And Spirit has gone out.
The Evil Shepherd
Is deaf to all moans,
Gathering his servants:
The last “ugh!” —
No saving it;
All must trudge to Hell.
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Solitude
“When you remain alone, you must know exactly with whom you remain.”
— Benedict Spinoza, 17th century
Passing time with a fool —
Days wretched, nights without solace.
No half-measures help,
Worse still — he belongs to no one.
Hence the herd is mad:
Zero plus zero equals nothing.
Only the Creative finds delight.
Who will appreciate it? Old Pichto!
Write at the table, paint on the walls —
Do not bow to the rabble or to Evil.
In solitude, betrayal is impossible —
So luck is on your side!
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Fire
The mind’s contents — all nonsense,
Almost everything a senseless sprawl.
How measure the harm of this?
You can’t. Complaints won’t help at all.
Reason’s efforts here are vain.
Just feel it: your home’s in flame!
That’s the only way to purge the filth,
Move fast, or death will stake its claim.
Soulless dead have claimed the world afire,
Fools never sensed the smoke-filled mire
Of wretched flats, their stench and pyre.
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Filth
No need now for a sheriff —
There’s filth, the vet in charge.
All the sheep to slaughter go,
Filth drives them — and damn you large!
The Devil’s ruled for ages long,
But the sheep are stubborn, thick, and strong:
“Just say ‘for care!’” and point the way
Straight to the slaughter, without delay.
And the flock obeys, all there,
Doubts? Never. Belief’s in the air.
Like the Lord’s Prayer to a zombie box,
This is our world — a pen, a paradox.
A stall, a corral, that’s the scene,
Mind and Spirit barred, unseen.
Sheep, prepare your rear with dread,
To filth — straight down to Hell ahead.
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Cats and Sheep
Cats are always worthy —
Not like the sheep around.
Sheep live in squalor, dirty,
Where only lies abound.
Cats know nothing of captivity —
They are masters, free.
Sheep spend days in fragility,
Among decay and misery.
That decay they call their homeland —
A fascist, rotten regime.
Stand against them, not a bland,
Oppress them with the fascist’s scheme.
Cat eyes burn with vibrant fire,
While sheep lie cold and dead.
No neurotics among cats tire —
They inherit truth, not dread.
So let us meow together:
Forget the “baa” and “meh”!
Or these vile creatures, clever
Will send the sheep to skewer, hey!
All the sheep shall meet the pyre —
The Final Feast draws near:
This rotten, fascist world entire
Goes mad in its own fear.
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Almost Graphomania
Send five hundred poems to the fire,
Or write three hundred new tonight?
The source is pure — don’t stifle the desire:
Write! All else? — I couldn’t care less, alright!
Poems are a treacherous, wild force.
Be clever there, and bold, and sharp.
Though not all lines are worthy of discourse —
Let others burn them, leave your mark.
To burn the poet with his verses —
That’s the highest, cruelest throne.
Strive for it. And don’t mind the curses
Of fools — let that tide be blown.
Let the flood of poems turn the Ninth,
Sweep you away — and rightly so.
If the corrupt Evil reigns for ages,
Silence means being beastly or slow.
High-flown? I don’t give a damn —
I write as it comes, with no disguise.
Will someone feel sick from the program?
My health is worthless — nerves I sacrifice.
In heart attacks you must come first —
Then the god of Lyres is with you.
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Your Service Is Dangerous and Hard for Us
A tractor-digger rumbles by —
Soon it’ll dig a trench for us.
The fascist now’s a pioneer:
He’s hired the “doctors” to his trust.
Mindless scum in furious force —
They “treat” the fools unto their death.
And fascists, drunk on lying’s course,
Forge tighter bonds, a world of breathless depth.
The cop now plays the gendarme;
He watches over the MAD.
The petty boss — the commander’s charm —
No need for gas; the law’s grown sad.
No need for guns to do the work —
The Judas-helpers are enough:
Those bought-off sexots, serving smirk,
Dispatch their mob-law, cruel and rough.
“Court of Health,” as ever, sends
All to the pyres with practiced hand.
Only the blind presume the end’s
A season won — a righteous land.
For now the chiefest task and trade
Is caring for the fools’ “health” each day —
The world reshaped, the plan well-laid,
This is the work — the new display.
Those forces “heal” the world — that’s how
They’ve long oppressed us, crushed us all;
To them “all idiots” is the vow —
Their highest triumph, their proud call.
And nearly everyone’s a fool;
The wise are but a rare bequest.
The enemy’s plan fills every rule —
You’ll seldom stand unscathed, at best.
It’s time to kill these scums outright:
Them or us — the choice is stark.
We’ll burn this ugly world to light —
Those days are near; the path is dark.
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The World of Slaughterhouses
A razor clarity must live inside the mind —
No longer mere danger: the world is filth entwined.
We've crossed that Rubicon, the line we couldn't bind —
A slaughterhouse of men, where fascism's laws are signed.
Humaneness now wanders like a guest both rare and thin,
Madness crowns eternity; corruption grins for gain.
They've bred a doggish breed that laps up every lie,
Where honor's long been buried — who asks "where went the why?"
The strength of the last ones melts; the rest are idiots,
Sheep and steeds in plenty, stamped with branded, stupid grins.
Soon every mouth will praise the fascist’s rotten myths,
And grown men shout the slogans for those schemers’ filthy grins.
They’re co-authors of our ruin, turning all to dung:
The pinnacle of putrefaction — Spirit, Mind undone.
Only one thing left remains — to raze this shameful Bedlam,
Multiply our resistance now — and strike back at the scum.
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Wings of Death
"And the patience in me snapped its cord —
And I took Death as though a friend;
She circled me for long, afraid only
Of my rasping breath."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "My Black Man in a Gray Suit", 1979
Don’t take to calling Death by name,
Don’t make acquaintance, don’t grow bold;
For Death — believe me — by the Gate’s flame
Is but a blossom next to Hell’s cold.
Here only “You” is fitting speech,
When from this Pit you seek to part;
A place where lies and violence teach,
Where traitors sell the human heart.
There’s nothing here but shame and theft,
Where impotence is taught as art,
And only thieves in plenty left —
The rest are torn and set apart.
You must depart this madmen’s den,
Lest you become the thing they breed;
The way away is hard for men,
But Spirit finds a kinder need.
Few exceptions live among this throng —
They flutter like the wounded bird.
For these small ones the road is long;
They fight the last fight, blade and word.
When from the fray you step aside —
Die with intent, with will made truer.
Perchance you’ll meet the other side:
A dawn of worlds, a clearer augur.
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Monument to the Moron
The last of human strength is melting—
All that remains for us to do
Is fashion stone for the moron,
Then let this shame slip from view.
That shame we call the world itself—
A Bedlam of fools and false saints.
And that will be the ages’ climax:
An apotheosis of taints.
Of centuries of rot and bondage,
Of Spirit murdered, Mind undone;
Where only filth and lewdness flourish
On heaps of dung beneath the sun.
That dung is made by those non;humans—
Lies piled up to Everest heights.
People now are but the rabble,
If you but look with clear sight.
We must carve a muzzle on the moron’s face,
And plant a jab where none complain—
A needle in the ass, so kindly set
To make the moron go away.
They’ll call that cleansing “illness” later;
Fascist forces never nap—
They call the fools to labor:
To jab each other with the sap.
And doctors then will fill the script,
Just following the muck;made rules.
Unlooked;for, sudden, in a nightmare
We woke—now poisoned by their tools.
If you refuse to be “treated,”
Be brave and stand against the cry;
Find those who’ll stand beside your fighting—
Save your life and others’—do not die.
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Äîãìà, ïðåäðàññóäîê —
Ãäå ïðèäàâëåí ñïîð
Èëè óíè÷òîæåí.
À â óìèøêàõ âçäîð —
"Ãðàæäàíèí" íè÷òîæåí.
Ïðàâÿò òàì ïàñêóäû.
×åñòíûì — ïðèãîâîð,
À â ÷åñòè èóäû.
Íó à ãäå íå äîãìà —
Êàê "ñâîáîäíûé ìèð"?
Ñòðàõè ñëîâíî ìàãìà —
Ñ ×óøüþ. Ëæå-êóìèð
Óáèâàåò Äóøó:
Òû ñåáÿ íå ñëóøàé,
Êíèæêè ïî÷èòàé —
Îáåùàþò ðàé.
×åðåç ÑÌÐÀÄîâ õàé
Äîáèâàþò ðàçóì —
Ìèð òåïåðü ïðîêàçîé
Ñòàë: òî ëæå-çàðàçû
Ïîêàçàëè ÷óòêèì.
Ìåðçêî, ïîäëî, æóòêî...
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Ãëàñ ïîýòà — "íåáî" ðâ¸òñÿ:
"Âûñü" — ïðîáèòûé ñàòàíèçì.
Íà ïîëøàãà îòçîâ¸òñÿ:
Ïîäöåíçóðíî âñ¸ — ôàøèçì!
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Íà÷àëî èëè Êîíåö Ñâåòà?
Ðóøàòñÿ "õðàìû" —
Ñâåòà âîññòàíüå.
Êàíóò â Àä õàìû —
Ìèð-âû÷èòàíüå:
Óì òâîé áàðàíèé,
Êëàíÿëñÿ Ñðàíè —
Âíîâü íà çàêëàíüå.
Ñâåòèò ñèëüíåå
Ñîëíöå, ñìåòàÿ
Ìèð, ÷òî ïîäëååò,
 Ëæè óãîðàÿ.
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The Consensus Delirium Defense of Society
Consensus-born madness of “common sense,”
The stench of a rotten ideological trance —
A noose on the neck of defiant intents:
All that remains is emotion. No chance
To vent this insanity — too late to release it,
One open valve would explode the machine.
So lies are the law — obscene and repeated:
The Demon of Haze makes the madness routine.
The schizo has peaked — there’s no higher fever:
An empty fridge, and the dumb TV god.
Who’s right? The TV — it speaks as the leader,
And horror proceeds while the thinkers are flawed.
Understand now — it’s total enslavement.
Trust nothing. Heal the disease of your brain.
The world is insane — reject its engagement,
Unmask every lie, let awareness remain.
Those are the Eyes of the Soul — True Perception.
Delusion obscures them with noise and deceit.
Only the Spirit brings real correction —
Go inward with courage — that’s where Light and Knowing meet.
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March of the Content Dead — the fallen refrain,
Echoes of numbness that circle the chain.
But Silence is rising — the Curtain is torn.
The Spirit awakens. The New World is born.
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CYCLE OF THE INNER REVOLT
Epigraph: The Call of the Spirit
Break the lie.
Shatter the mask.
Inside, the Light waits —
and nothing can stop it.
I. Consensus Hell
They call it “sense” — but it’s mass delusion,
A lie-fed trance, a proud confusion.
Break free or rot in their sacred disease —
Truth burns through comfort. No one leaves.
II. Spirit vs. Swine
Their “truth” is poison — their “peace” is control,
They’re breeding the sheep to devour the soul.
So burn their dogma, erase their disguise —
Let Spirit awaken — and rot the lies.
III. Awakening
The lie is the world —
and truth is the wound that heals it.
IV. Wake the Dead
They pray to the screen, call slavery “care,” —
Bow, fool, to the gods of hot air!
But Spirit still roars through the mask of decay —
Your soul remembers — break away!
V. The Last Revelation
The Tower of Lies will tremble and fall,
The Spirit returns — consuming it all.
No kingdom of madness can outlast the Light —
The End is Awakening. The Dawn is the Fight.
VI. Hymn of the Inner Flame
No throne can command the Eternal within,
No crown can enslave what refuses their sin.
Through ashes and lies, the Spirit still burns —
The Light of the Heart — forever returns.
VII. March of the Content Dead
They smile in their chains, proud slaves of the screen,
Their thoughts pre-approved, their souls wiped clean.
They march to the rhythm of profit and pain —
And call it freedom — again and again.
VIII. Breakthrough
The spell is broken — the mask is dust.
The Spirit stands.
The end of their world —
is the dawn of the Just.
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From Vikings to… Papuans
A crooked official,
A “medical” fool —
All serve fascism: the soul decays,
Their god wears horns, their morals sway.
The “scholar” is worse —
Cleverer, more sly:
A cunning foe, stronger than most.
A Viking among papuans he boasts.
Don’t be a papuan:
Discard the disguise,
You’ll find lies stacked high, dumb orders imposed.
“Scientific” lies — fascism in disguise.
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Vikings and Papuans
Crooked fools in coats and white —
They feed the beast, blind to the fight.
Science turned weapon, lies on parade —
Wake up, or you’re just another shade.
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The Scholar and the Swine
A clever fiend in scholar’s guise,
Among the fools, he spreads the lies.
Fascism dressed in “science”’s skin —
Wake, or rot with the papuan kin.
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Wake Up
Lies wear lab coats —
Don’t be their fool.
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Despair
Hello, my friend Despair,
Though we meet each day.
You’re the chief foe of tameness here —
You reject obedience, reject the Gray.
Without despair there’s no audacity —
No reckless, daring stance.
Such are the strange ways of Bedlam —
In a stale world where betrayal dances.
Recklessness is your close kin.
To Bedlam one says “Shab’ash!”
For the desperate, it’s simple:
They’ve forgotten the “one for one” clash,
So common in all of Bedlam —
Where Spirit is traded for pants.
To hell with you and your trousers —
They’re worth nothing to the desperate.
After despair comes Rage —
A “sin” to the zombified freaks.
Wait, fools, just a little while —
We’ll crack you all open like nuts.
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Despair and Rage
Hello, Despair — my fiercest friend,
You break the meek and bend no bend.
After your shadow comes the flame —
Fools, beware — we’ll end your game.
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Rage of the Desperate
Despair strikes first — the meek will fall,
Then Rage stands up, towering over all.
Fools and zombies, think you’re secure?
We’ll crack your shells — the Spirit is pure.
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Desperate Strike
Despair first — then Rage.
Fools break; the Spirit stays.
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Hygiene
The chains of the slave-bound world
Begin first in the mind.
Do not live by the laws of the latrine —
Do not obey the herd, stay unconfined.
For this is a latrine, a leper’s den,
Where stench, decay, and shame prevail.
Where lies overflow like a raging sea,
Where Spirit is defiled, and Reason fails.
Attend the cleansing of your Spirit,
And polish your mind as well.
Or the dung-fly will breed
Its slime inside your skull’s shell.
That slime — the obscenity of false science,
The fly — any prattler who drones.
Hiding cunning, preaching pretense,
Claiming Reason and Law as their own.
But the law here is extermination
Of honor, dignity, and thought.
So only true purification
Can rid the mind of this filth brought.
That alone is hygiene —
In this madhouse called Earth.
Enslaved by fear, lies, and betrayal,
Rot creeping through all it’s worth.
The rot — inhuman and their servants,
Sold for pennies, cheap and vile.
The flunky’s efforts are laughable —
Merely lice in rank and file.
They’ve left lice and nits everywhere —
In schools, in “science.” Awake!
Do not waste wrath on vermin,
But cleanse, with courage, for your sake.
Resolutely, hour by hour,
Sweep out the nits and the lice.
Or you’ll perish in vain —
In Hell of the final days’ device.
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Hygiene
Chains start in the mind — not in the herd.
Sweep the slime, crush the lice, ignore their word.
False science, fake law, vermin and disgrace —
Clean your Spirit, reclaim your space.
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Purge the Filth
The world is a latrine, the herd are lice,
False laws, fake scholars, their lies entice.
Strike, Spirit, strike — sweep every pest,
Or rot will claim you, like all the rest.
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Cleanse
The herd is lice, the world is rot.
Strike with Spirit — waste them not.
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The Garden
If you bury your head in the sand your whole life,
All you’ll ever see is the ass.
This is not a city,
It’s a garden.
And very soon
Here will bloom
A new flowerbed,
Made from butts.
Every cynic here
Immediately buries
Their head in the sand —
Only the ass is visible.
This is their salvation —
The “price” of life, pitiable.
Meanwhile, the fascists
Will shit on those sprouts —
They don’t care
About heads
Or about the asses of cattle.
That’s the result here —
No need for cops,
When only asses
Stick out of the soil.
The days have come
When all the smart ones
Will be locked away —
Visible among the asses.
And the insane slaves —
Soon all in graves.
Thus the story
Will reach its end —
Of that phantasmagoria
Where the ass is crowned.
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The Garden of Butts
Heads buried in sand — all you see is ass.
Cynics, fools, and fascists — this is the mass.
Smart ones jailed, the insane in their graves,
A world where the ass alone reigns and enslaves.
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Ass-Crowned Madness
Buried heads, blind to all,
The world is a garden of asses, standing tall.
Fools and fascists feed the rot,
The smart and sane? Soon all forgot.
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Garden of Asses
Heads in sand, asses reign —
Wake or rot in this insane domain.
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Ass-Reign
Buried heads, blind fools all around,
The garden stinks — asses wear the crown!
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Shame
God has long departed here —
Only SHAME remains.
Rotting, wretched,
And Reason slain.
For this is not Reason,
When fascism rules,
When the mob instantly
Seizes every new “ism”
As truth, not disgrace,
Bows down to the VILE.
And only the thief
Will serve with what mind remains.
For there lies decay
On a heap of filth.
There you lose Spirit,
Honor, and self-worth.
All that you find there
Is obscenity and flattery.
There you learn to lick
Every ass around,
In Hell forgetting
What it means to dare.
Only Creation
Is worthy of humans.
This corruption —
For slavish stumps alone.
Shame, decay —
The Bedlam of the world.
Now — extermination
Of those who, from childhood,
Never befriended their mind:
There’s a jab for that.
They serve fascism here,
Forgetting conscience and honor.
Humans are few,
Remnants of CREATORS.
They perish like birds
Amid clouds of snares.
And only one thing remains —
TO BURN THIS SHAME!
Casting off fatigue,
Become the kindling in the flame.
Calling fire
Upon yourself,
We shall reach Paradise,
Loving FREEDOM.
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Burn the Shame
God is gone — only Shame remains.
Rot and filth, the mob’s gains.
Spirit lost, honor defiled,
Rise, strike fire, let freedom be unbridled!
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Shame’s Inferno
God fled long ago — only Shame rules here.
Fools and fascists bow, while honor disappears.
Burn the rot, strike the fire, unleash the flame,
Spirit rises, enslavers fall — freedom reclaim!
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Burn It
Shame reigns — strike fire!
Spirit rises — enslavers expire.
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Äóðåíü — ãóáêà, ìèð — äóøåãóáêà
Âàñÿ Ïóïêèí âðîäå ãóáêè:
×óøü âïèòàåò, è ïîçîð.
Ïåðåâàðèò — â äóøåãóáêå
Âûæìóò Äóõ. Îñòàòîê — ñîð.
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Âàæíîñòü — ìàñêà ïîñðåäñòâåííîñòè
Âàæíûå ëþäè, "óìíûå ðå÷è" —
Ñëîâíî ïðîãðåññà ìèðà ïðåäòå÷è...
Ìàñêè óáîãîñòü íîñèò óìåëî,
Ðóøà ëþáîå ïë¸âîå äåëî.
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Ìåëêèé è ñðåäíèé áèçíåñ íå ïðîòèâíèê ÷åðíè
"Êîãäà â Ïîäíåáåñíîé ìíîãî çàïðåòîâ, íàðîä áåäíååò".
Ëàî-öçû, V-ûé âåê äî í.ý.
Ðàçðåøåíèé è ïðîâåðîê
Íóæíî ìàññó ïîëó÷èòü,
Îäîëåòü. Êàê íåäîìåðîê
Áóäåò áèçíåñ, åñëè ñòðè÷ü
Êàê áàðàíîâ ñòðîé ïîãàíûé
Ñòàíåò. Ñòàíåò ëè? — âåäü òàê âñåãäà:
Îáíàæèëè ÿòàãàíû
"Íîðì" ïàñêóäíûõ ãîñïîäà.
Áèçíåñ íå ïðîòèâíèê ÷åðíè:
Ñâåðõó íåëþäü, íèæå ìðàçü
Èñïîëíèòåëåé. Íî âåðèò
 äîãìû ÷åðíü — ÷ðåç íèõ íà êàçíü.
×àñòî ìåäëåííà ðàñïðàâà:
Ïîñòåïåííî ÄÎäàâèòü —
Ïðåâðàòèòü â íè÷òîæåñòâ. ÒÂÀÐÈ "ïðàâû" —
Ïî "çàêîíó" ëþáÿò âñåõ ãíîáèòü.
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Ïðîðûâ â Íåçðèìîå
Ñèíåâà è ñâåò — êàíâà
Âèçóàëüíàÿ Äóøè
Óñòðåìëåíèé. Ãîëîâà
Îãðàíè÷åíà — âî Ëæè
Ïðåáûâàåò çàâñåãäà:
Îãëóïëåíèÿ çàøêàë,
Ãåíîöèä ïëþñ ëàáóäà
Îòâëå÷åíèé, ñòðàõîâ âàë.
Óÿñíèâ àçû, âêëþ÷èâ
Èíòóèöèþ, ñïåøè
Ïðî÷ü — â Íåçðèìîå: Ïðîðûâ
Êàê ñïàñåíèå Äóøè.
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Åù¸ áîëüøåå îÁìåðçÅíèå ïðîïàãàíäû
ÑÌÐÀÄ òëåòâîðíåé — äûõàíèå Òüìû
Ïðåä ðàññâåòîì æåëàåò "óìû"
 ñàòàíèçì ïîáûñòðåé îáðàòèòü,
×òîáû áîëüøå â Ãàä`åñ óòàùèòü.
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A Rare Art
There’s an art in living —
Bearing pain with pride.
When your soul is giving,
When you’ve nearly died.
Death wears many faces
If your Spirit’s weak;
Slave in all his places
Is forever bleak.
Deaf to Heart’s commanding,
To the call of Mind —
He’s a door, expanding,
Darkness walks behind.
Through such Satan’s servants
Evil floods the land —
They’ll be held observant,
All by their own hand.
You, though, rule your sorrow,
Learn its bitter art;
Pain will still tomorrow
Shape your bleeding heart.
Wounds will grow, unending,
Harder grows your way;
World, obscene, unbending,
Bends your soul to clay.
Turns the free to cattle,
Mindless, dull, and blind —
Tired of this battle,
Sick of humankind.
Yet if you can master
Pain, and stay alive —
Cowardice grows faster
Only where they dive.
Reason, Spirit, Honor —
Keep them, never fall.
Spit upon the goner,
Fear, and filth, and all.
For this world, deceiving,
Since the dawn of lies,
Serves the Satyr’s grieving,
Where all virtue dies.
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The Art of Pain
Learn the art of pain —
Stand when all else dies.
Break the chains of brain,
Spit in Satan’s eyes.
Rule your wound, not weep —
Let the spirit burn.
Those who crawl — they sleep,
Never to return.
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Curse of the Weak
Rot, you soulless cattle —
Slaves that fear the flame!
You were born for battle —
Yet you serve your shame.
I’ll outlive your treason,
Bleed, but never crawl —
Pain will forge my Reason,
Spirit — rule it all.
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Pain is my teacher.
Spirit — my sword.
Slaves rot in comfort. I rise — restored.
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Oath
I kneel to no savior.
My pain is the key.
Through the dark of matter —
The Light speaks in me.
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Shadow Oath
I fell through the fire,
But I did not fade.
Hell became my choir —
And my truth — the blade.
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Oath of Light
I rose from the ashes,
Cold, but still divine.
Fire cleansed my lashes —
Truth became my spine.
Darkness tried to claim me,
Fed me pain and lies —
Now its ghosts still name me,
But I — exorcise.
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Dual Oath
(The Shadow and the Light)
I — the Shadow:
I fell through the fire,
But I did not fade.
Hell became my choir —
And my truth — the blade.
I — the Light:
I rose from the ashes,
Cold, but still divine.
Fire cleansed my lashes —
Truth became my spine.
Shadow:
Darkness was my teacher,
Pain — my only friend.
Every wound grew deeper —
Till I reached the end.
Light:
End became beginning,
Silence broke the chain.
In my bones — the ringing
Of transfigured pain.
Shadow:
Once I cursed creation,
Spat at Heaven’s gate.
Now I see — damnation
Is a mask of Fate.
Light:
Fate itself is hollow,
When the Soul stands true.
Shadow, rise — and follow,
For I’m born of you.
Epilogue — The Whole
I am both the burning
And the breath of peace.
Through the pain of turning —
The divided cease.
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Priests and Halfwits
"Don't resist — just give in,"
Preach the dull halfwits’ choir.
Priests cry out: "Confess your sin!"
But the snag — their own desire.
They guard their skins with fervent zeal,
Contradicting all they teach.
The worm of doubt will always squeal
Watching them, pride out of reach.
Merciless there rides pretense,
Hypocrisy their only cloak.
The battle for souls is intense —
The finest fall beneath the yoke.
The Spirit — Fire — cannot cease,
The Ocean will not bow.
They try to quench the Ocean of Peace,
For centuries they train somehow.
This lets the vermin, vile and cold,
Impose their false devotion.
Halfwits reign — their minds bought and sold,
Satan commands their motion.
In Hell you are — and do not fight,
Enemies all around — give in.
Blessed with their delirious blight,
Yet there is Mind — and therein, sin.
Go INSIDE — all answers lie
Only there your senses strain.
Sensitivity will clarify,
All their covenants are poisoned, fogged with pain.
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Halfwits and Fire
Priests cry “Submit!” — the fools obey,
Guarding skins, they twist the way.
Fire within will never die,
Ocean of Spirit cannot lie.
Halfwits rule, but you — go inside,
There your Mind will be your guide.
Through their lies, through Hell’s deceit,
Rise with truth — refuse defeat.
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Curse on Halfwits
Rot, you priests, you dull halfwits all,
Cloaked in lies, proud, yet small.
Guard your skins, your poison, your reign —
I spit your sermons down the drain.
Fire within will scorch your mask,
Ocean of Spirit — no task
Can drown its roar, its endless flame,
While you bow low, deserving shame.
Go rot in Hell, your blight exposed,
Fools of God, your truth deposed.
Mind alone will rise, endure —
All your falsehoods — impure, impure.
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Rot, priests and halfwits — burn!
Spirit and Mind — never turn.
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Duet of Spirit
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they crawl in lies,
Priests and halfwits, fools in disguise.
Fire within will claim its due,
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, true.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through lies, through Hell, I claim the whole.
Priests and halfwits fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
Rot, priests and halfwits — burn!
Their falsehoods endless, yet I turn.
Ocean of Spirit — cannot die,
Through their deceit, my flames still fly.
Light:
I rise where all their shadows fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through pain and lies, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Cloaked in lies, proud, yet small,
I curse their sermons, one and all.
Mind alone will rise, endure —
All their falsehoods — impure, impure.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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Restlessness and Other Feelings
The soul’s unrest —
Better than the cares
Of wretched leeches or the pests
Of fools who kneel in lies unawares.
To sell, betray —
The bastard’s way.
Pain and rage for some,
To others, lies and calm become
A task not small —
Unlike the worm’s crawl.
The spiritual, the wise —
Have other stakes.
Yet the vile scum devours,
The world a heap of fools and traitors’ powers.
No world remains — only debris:
Drowned in lies, feasting instead of fight.
Evil thrives on blind obedience,
Corruption there is the very foundation’s essence.
It’s sunk in deep —
BURN THE HELL, REBUILD ANEW.
A cataclysm will aid —
That time approaches near.
Hence the fascist’s fury blazed —
The creature feels it in his liver, clear.
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Restless Fury
The soul unrests — better than their care,
Fools and leeches kneel in lies laid bare.
Bastards sell, betray, while the wise endure,
Corruption thrives — only the strong secure.
Burn the Hell, rebuild anew,
Cataclysm comes — the time is due.
Fascist rage, vile, felt deep inside,
Spirit and Mind — they cannot hide.
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Curse on the Corrupt
Rot, you leeches, fools, and all the vile,
Kneel in your lies, boast in guile.
Sell and betray — your bastard’s creed,
Pain and rage the wise will feed.
Evil thrives where obedience binds,
Corruption sunk in endless minds.
Burn the Hell, rebuild from ash,
Crush your schemes in one fierce clash.
Cataclysm comes, it spares no beast,
Fascist filth will rot, deceased.
Spirit and Mind — unbowed, unbent,
All your lies — forever spent.
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Rot in lies, you vile and weak.
Spirit and Mind — the truth we seek.
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Duet of Spirit
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they crawl in lies,
Leeches, fools, and bastards in disguise.
Fire within will claim its due,
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, true.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through lies, through Hell, I claim the whole.
Leeches, fools, and bastards fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
Rot, priests and halfwits — burn!
Their falsehoods endless, yet I turn.
Ocean of Spirit — cannot die,
Through their deceit, my flames still fly.
Light:
I rise where all their shadows fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through pain and lies, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Cloaked in lies, proud, yet small,
I curse their sermons, one and all.
Mind alone will rise, endure —
All their falsehoods — impure, impure.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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The Loader
He hauls tons of stupidity,
Heresy and lies.
Though it seems like sanity,
It’s just stained-glass guise.
Stained-glass on the warehouse walls —
Slogans of “it all.”
The warehouse drowned in media —
One step away from nothing at all.
Nothing is seen — yet
The stench cuts the eyes.
Shame? No — for shame has
Long since died.
The warehouse is held by monsters —
Loathsome, vile spawn.
The loader serves their legions,
Carrying only rot along.
The stained-glass artists —
Scum who craft decay.
What is “art” they cut with scissors
Piercing the Soul away.
Brazen and soulless,
A wretch will emerge.
And “wise” in pretense —
A pitiful verge.
Scissors are betrayal,
A universal sin.
The abuse of creatures
Leaves ruin within.
Success of the vile —
The loader bears Hell like Atlas.
Spiritless, void,
He is nothing — smoke and ash.
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The Loader
He hauls the world of lies and rot,
Monsters’ legions, all for naught.
Scissors cut the Soul apart,
Spiritless, hollow — empty heart.
The warehouse stinks — the stench is real,
Shame is dead, none dare to feel.
Loader bears the Hell they made,
Smoke and ash — his soul decayed.
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Curse on the Creators of Rot
Rot, you artists, fools, and vile,
Scissors in hand, cutting soul and smile.
Monsters spawn, your filth on display,
Loader hauls your rot — day by day.
Brazen wretches, soulless spawn,
Pierce the Soul, leave nothing drawn.
Hell you built — the loader bears,
Smoke and ash, despair that sears.
All your lies, your hollow art,
Shall burn and crumble, depart.
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, rise,
Your stench revealed beneath the skies.
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Rot and lies — your art decays.
Spirit and Mind — unbowed, ablaze.
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Hell Oath
In Hell I stand — they carve the Soul,
Fools and monsters, void and foul.
Scissors cut, their rot displayed,
Loader bears their Hell, unafraid.
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, true,
All their lies — I’ll see them through.
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Duet of Spirit — The Loader
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they carve the Soul,
Fools and monsters, void and foul.
Scissors cut, their rot displayed,
Loader bears their Hell, unafraid.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through lies and rot, I claim the whole.
Fools and monsters fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
Rot and lies — your art decays,
Smoke and ash, through endless days.
Loader hauls the filth they spawn,
Spiritless, hollow — night and dawn.
Light:
I rise where shadows break and fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through fire, through Hell, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Brazen wretches, soulless spawn,
Pierce the Soul, leave nothing drawn.
All their lies, their hollow art,
Shall burn and crumble, fall apart.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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The Reply
It matters not what dreams appear,
Nor what “you’ve learned” — dismiss it all.
If shameful slavery lingers here,
And lies and violence reign and fall.
Your efforts must be multiplied —
Seek only paths that lead to save.
All else discard, let it slide,
Throw it out — move on, be brave.
Soullessness cannot guide the Soul,
Hellish servants cannot kill the Mind.
All is false — you are Spirit whole,
From this build your Reply — unbind.
Reject the daily feed of fascist sway,
Forget all their imposed array.
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The Reply
Dreams and lies — discard them all,
If slavery and shame still call.
Soulless fools cannot bind the Mind,
Spirit stands — unchained, unlined.
Seek the path that saves, not bends,
Throw out the lies, the false pretends.
Fascist sway — reject, defy,
Build your Reply — reach for the sky.
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Curse of the Enslavers
Rot, you fools who bow and kneel,
Blind in lies, deaf to what is real.
Chains of shame — your hollow crown,
Spirit and Mind — I cast them down.
Slaves of violence, servants of Hell,
Your falsehoods burn, your prisons swell.
Soulless hands cannot command,
Truth will rise, unbound, unmanned.
All your lies, all your deceit,
Shall crumble beneath Spirit’s heat.
Fascist filth, your sway is spent,
Reply is built — your torment, rent.
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Chains and lies — we cast away.
Spirit and Mind — will have their say.
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Hell Oath
In Hell I stand — they bow and lie,
Slaves of violence, servants who sigh.
Chains and shame — their hollow crown,
Spirit and Mind — I cast them down.
All their falsehoods, all their deceit,
Shall burn and crumble beneath my heat.
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Duet of Spirit — The Reply
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they bow and lie,
Slaves of violence, servants who sigh.
Chains and shame — their hollow crown,
Spirit and Mind — I cast them down.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through chains and lies, I claim the whole.
Slaves and liars fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
All their falsehoods, all their deceit,
Shall burn and crumble beneath my heat.
Chains and lies, their sway undone,
Spirit unbound — the fight begun.
Light:
I rise where shadows break and fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through fire, through Hell, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Rot and shame, their hollow ways,
Loader of lies through endless days.
Soulless hands cannot command,
Truth will rise, unbound, unmanned.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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What is Good?
"Little son came to his dad,
And asked with voice so small:
— What is good, and what is bad?"
Vladimir Mayakovsky, 1925
Here the only good —
To fight for freedom’s flame.
This is “Samsara’s wheel”…
Spun by nothing but shame.
Every child here grows a fool,
Pointing fingers at the book,
Writes what’s mad — the boy’s just cruel
In not knowing what to look.
Everything is poisoned here —
Books, food, and all the rest.
Only oblivion’s held dear,
Those are the “fruits” of the nest.
They grow in that “garden,”
Where the gardener’s inhuman.
We live in Hell’s own warden,
Not mere servants, but the damned.
We are just food for the beasts —
Shame of the entire universe.
Beasts care not for living feasts,
Soulless death their only curse.
Such is the vile ones’ goal.
Fear to them’s like drinking beer.
The world has long since hit the shoal,
And “lives happily” — insincere.
Here only fools abound,
Beaten down and meekly bound.
Buried in a pile of lies,
Servants, nauseating, despised.
But Bedlam will fall —
And few will be left alive.
Death for slaves, death for the thrall,
Yet few will survive.
Those who here their Soul did not sell,
Who thought and struggled, bore the fight,
Who kept their honor, conscience well,
For freedom — they will see the light.
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What is Good?
The only good — to fight for free,
Against the lies, the tyranny.
We are not food for beasts’ delight,
Spirit and Mind — we stand and fight.
Fools and slaves may rule the day,
But Bedlam falls, their lies decay.
Those who kept honor, soul, and flame,
Will rise unbound — and bear no shame.
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Curse of the Enslavers
Rot, you fools, you slaves, you knaves,
Your lies enslave, your cruelty braves.
Poisoned minds and hearts of stone,
The garden’s yours — but not our own.
Beasts and tyrants, fear shall find,
Chains of Hell cannot bind the mind.
Bedlam falls — your rule decayed,
Spirit and Mind — forever unafraid.
All your lies, your hollow reign,
Shall crumble, burn, and bring you pain.
Those who kept soul, honor, flame,
Will rise unbound — and bear no shame.
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Fools and slaves — your lies decay.
Spirit and Mind — will have their way.
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Hell Oath
In Hell I stand — they rot and lie,
Fools and tyrants, vile and sly.
Poisoned hearts and chains of shame,
Spirit and Mind — I cast your claim.
All your lies, your hollow reign,
Shall crumble, burn, and bring you pain.
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Duet of Spirit — What is Good?
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they rot and lie,
Fools and tyrants, vile and sly.
Poisoned hearts and chains of shame,
Spirit and Mind — I cast your claim.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through chains and lies, I claim the whole.
Fools and tyrants fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
All your lies, your hollow reign,
Shall crumble, burn, and bring you pain.
Bedlam rules, the fools abound,
Spiritless hands crush the ground.
Light:
I rise where shadows break and fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through fire, through Hell, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Chains and lies, their poisoned ways,
Loader of rot through endless days.
Soulless fools cannot command,
Truth will rise, unbound, unmanned.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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Dilemma
To wash the dishes or to sing —
A daunting choice before you stands.
The fearsome choice, it grips, it stings,
Yet if your Reason still commands,
Write songs, starve on if need be,
If that will help one more be penned.
The murk is split — the fissure free,
Within that crack, bold moves ascend.
My reader, may you quickly break
All murk that clouds your striving mind.
All that helps you toil — a blessing take,
All idle chatter — leave behind.
Should poets of Lies rise again,
A kick to their rear — for times are tough.
Their songs are sung, their praise in vain,
To “serve gladly” — worthless stuff.
Here, only Truth deserves your hand.
In the pen of life, if Truth is near,
Strike down the lies, and take your stand,
In Hell profane, your soul won’t sear.
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Weapons of Mass Destruction
Solitude — the highest prize
Awaits the stubborn poet’s road,
If he drags the truth to light and tries
To open every skeletoned closet’s load.
If he won’t bend his knee to lies —
Those lies here weigh in megatons;
They kill already — multiply the cries —
No need for shells, no need for guns.
No more gas, no bombs required —
This is the weapon now employed:
The masses struck, in minds conspired,
Hearts like clotted drums — no war deployed.
Then follow trials, purges, pain —
The poet labeled saboteur;
Wretches call the talent stain,
They brand the word as traitor’s lure.
And right they are — the Word’s a blade,
Poetry twice as sharp and keen;
Poets stand like warriors made,
Their keen word cuts where nothing’s seen.
Sharpen the knife — that cutting phrase.
With it, charge boldly to the fray;
Or bondage here will wear new ways —
Far worse than now — so hone and don’t delay!
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Total Lies
Social propaganda’s jerking tool —
Just flowers next to fascist lies,
A smirk so vile, a devil’s drool,
Satan grins with poisoned eyes.
Filthy monsters laugh and preach
The total lie, unbroken, wide.
Its echoes bite, its sway will reach
Through dictatorial, poisoned tide.
All zombified studios are bought,
Zombo channels run the same old scam;
One endless wordplay, truth forgot —
Lies entrenched, eternal dam.
Corrupt journalists spin any cheat,
The twisted clowns craft fog and haze;
Those wretched fools make smoke complete,
A blinding, stinking, mental maze.
Behind that pungent, choking mist,
No spark of truth can pierce the air.
All brains are dulled, all minds dismissed,
By stench that blinds, by vile snare.
There are no news — just staged displays,
Primitive, dumb, ridiculous.
They serve to forge obedient ways,
To serve as minions, meretricious.
Filthy Satanists now rule the screen,
Once-communists seem meek and small.
They send their offers, sharp and keen,
The fools obey — take orders all.
Corrupt “experts” harass with lies,
Their deceptions grind us down.
No Bedlam worse beneath these skies,
Except perhaps — advertising’s crown:
The triumph of the weak and vile,
The kingdom of the hideous style.
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Total Lies
Fascist lies outshine all blooms,
Satan grins behind the screens.
Brains are fogged, the world resumes
Its slaves, obedient, and obscene.
Corrupt “experts,” bought and sold,
Spin their lies in endless rounds.
No Bedlam worse, no truth behold,
Only advertising’s hollow crowns.
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Curse of the Liars
Rot and lie, you bought-out fools,
Zombified screens, corrupting schools.
Filthy Satanists, your reign exposed,
Your stinking fog — at last, deposed.
All your lies shall burn and break,
Your falsehoods crumble for truth’s sake.
Brains unclouded, minds set free,
No more slaves to your tyranny.
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Rot and lie — we cast away.
Brains unclouded — Truth holds sway.
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Hell Oath — Total Lies
In Hell I stand — you rot and lie,
Filthy liars, Satanists sly.
Zombified screens, your fog undone,
Truth will rise — your reign is none.
All your lies shall burn and break,
Your stinking empire — for Truth’s sake.
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Light’s Reply — Total Lies
I rise where fire purges all,
Through fog and lies, I heed the call.
Filthy tyrants fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
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Duet of Spirit — Total Lies
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — you rot and lie,
Filthy liars, Satanists sly.
Zombified screens, your fog undone,
Truth will rise — your reign is none.
Light:
I rise where fire purges all,
Through fog and lies, I heed the call.
Filthy tyrants fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
All your lies shall burn and break,
Your stinking empire — for Truth’s sake.
Brains clouded, minds enslaved,
The world in fog, corrupt and depraved.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and truth, I hear the call.
Brains unclouded, souls set free,
No more slaves to your tyranny.
Shadow:
Your staged news, your twisted play,
Your hollow crowns of false display.
Zombos and liars, all the same,
The world bows down to your shame.
Light:
Through fire and fog, the veil removed,
False crowns dissolve, the truth approved.
Spirit and Mind — unchained, alive,
The Light remains, the world will thrive.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through lies, through fire, through psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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The Key Question
Lost generations wander blind
In thickets of relentless lies.
Lies decay the Reasoned mind,
And smother Spirit’s daring cries.
Lies cunningly enslave the fiends
Who herd the people like mere beasts.
In this world we’re not even serfs —
Just fodder for their greedy feasts.
Lies are total. Hence the dulling,
The mind numbed by such vile scum.
Only thought brings healing, pulling
The remnants of your mind from numb.
You must yourself all “postulates”
Refute, recheck, or see anew.
Or rot in clutch of worthless mates —
Better death than be their due.
Pseudo-science, half-done art
Have long since poisoned all your brain.
So here your task is skillful, smart:
To ask the Key Question again and again.
The question is: “And who needs this?
What hides beneath this label’s claim?”
It hides half-truth or blatant lies,
A tool to keep the dull insane.
Those labels guide the fools, like beads
For savages, not minds of sense.
Only ancestors were truly wise,
Their intuition strong, immense.
So switch your own intuition on —
The best detector of deceit.
Thus follow the line your forebears shone,
Among bold lies you will not cheat.
Only mind and intuition fused
Can give the single chance to save.
Break the habit of believing used,
Shake off the trance they long engrave.
You live entranced, as in a fog,
Your Spirit lost to vile Bedlam.
This is not about the sword or smog —
The Mind will shatter cages, end the sham.
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The Key Question
Lost in lies, the generations grope,
Their minds decay, their Spirits choke.
Only thought can pierce the smoke —
Ask the Key Question, cut the yoke.
Labels hide the half-truths, the lies,
They chain the dull, deceive the wise.
Mind and intuition — fuse, arise,
Break the trance, let Spirit rise.
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Curse of the Lies
Rot and rot, you liars, fools,
Pseudo-sages, broken schools.
You herd the world like mindless beasts,
Feed on Spirit, starve the feasts.
Half-truths, labels, all your lies,
Shall crumble, burn before our eyes.
No chains, no fog can bind the mind,
The Key Question leaves you blind.
Mind and Intuition, sharp and fused,
Strike your reign, your lies excused.
Spirit rises where you decay,
Your falseness crushed — the only way.
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The Key Question
Rot and lies shall fall away.
Mind and Spirit — forge the way.
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Hell Oath — Lies and Fraud
In Hell I stand — you rot and cheat,
False sages, liars, frauds deceit.
You herd the masses, blind and chained,
Your half-truths crumble, all is drained.
Mind and Spirit will strike you down,
Your reign of lies destroyed, your crown.
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Duet of Spirit — Lies and Fraud
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — you rot and cheat,
False sages, liars, frauds deceit.
You herd the masses, blind and chained,
Your half-truths crumble, all is drained.
Light:
I rise where fire purges all,
Through chains of lies, I heed the call.
False sages fall, their masks undone,
Mind and Spirit — truth has won.
Shadow:
Labels, half-truths, fog and smoke,
Dull the minds, the Spirit choke.
All your “science,” all your art,
Feeds the rot that poisons heart.
Light:
Mind and Intuition, fused as one,
Strike the lies — the darkness undone.
Spirit rises where chains decay,
Your falseness crushed — the only way.
Shadow:
Your staged schools, your hollow lore,
Corrupt the world, the dull adore.
All your reign of fear and fraud,
The masses bow — the Spirit clawed.
Light:
Through fire and truth, the veil removed,
False crowns dissolve, the truth approved.
Mind and Spirit — unchained, alive,
The Key Question cuts — and we survive.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through lies, through fire, through psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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Materialism
Stinking Materialism
Has wrecked the poltergeist.
Lies in “science” tower high —
Watergate’s a trifle, least.
The common little ghost
Reads thoughts with careful eye,
While pseudo-science misses blunders —
Only fools pass them by.
Yet truth it also senses,
Monitors each feeling there.
Materialism’s shame only dreams
Of such attentive care.
Pseudo-science only fakes
The search for what is true;
Blatant lies, clumsy, bold,
Spew nonsense through and through.
A mass of such “facts”
In science is suppressed.
Science like a terror plot
Sows only mindless jest.
Manipulating minds —
The goal of all their craft;
Else knowledge could expose them,
And their empire would shaft.
Corrupt and bought-up fools
Are honored in this trade:
Like mad Freudian cults,
Spreading heresy for pay.
Forgery, fake reports,
Or just endless watered-down words;
Prostitutes of knowledge,
As always, obedient herds.
Only Spirit’s supremacy
Holds the essence of real thought.
Filthy flies of manure
Confuse the path, for naught.
The path is one — to Freedom,
From pseudo-science’s slavery.
All answers lie in Nature,
Without these soulless knavery.
We’ll sort it all,
Drive the fiends away.
Freedom will be ours,
And we’ll dispel THIS NIGHT.
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Materialism
Stinking lies in “science” reign,
Ghosts of truth in chains of pain.
Bought-up fools and heresy,
Spirit rises — we are free.
Manure-flies confuse the way,
But Freedom breaks the night today.
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Curse of Materialism
Rot and stench, you fools of “science,”
Spreading lies with brazen defiance.
Bought-up liars, frauds, and cheats,
Feed the world with false conceits.
Your pseudo-facts shall crumble, burn,
Your empire of falsehood — overturned.
Spirit rises, sharp and free,
Mind unchained — your end we see.
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Materialism
Rot and lies shall fall away.
Spirit and Mind will forge the way.
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Hell Oath — Materialism
In Hell I stand — you rot and cheat,
False scientists, liars, frauds deceit.
You herd the world like mindless beasts,
Feed on Spirit, starve the feasts.
Your pseudo-facts shall burn and break,
Your empire of falsehood — ours to shake.
Mind and Spirit will strike you down,
Your reign of lies destroyed — your crown.
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Light’s Reply — Materialism
I rise where fire purges all,
Through chains of lies, I heed the call.
False scientists fall, their masks undone,
Mind and Spirit — truth has won.
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Duet of Spirit — Materialism
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — you rot and cheat,
False scientists, liars, frauds deceit.
You herd the world like mindless beasts,
Feed on Spirit, starve the feasts.
Light:
I rise where fire purges all,
Through chains of lies, I heed the call.
False scientists fall, their masks undone,
Mind and Spirit — truth has won.
Shadow:
Pseudo-facts, corrupt reports,
Your empire thrives on hollow courts.
Bought-up fools, your heresy,
Chains the mind and blinds the free.
Light:
Mind and Intuition, sharp, alive,
Strike the lies — the darkness won’t survive.
Spirit rises where chains decay,
Your falseness crushed — the only way.
Shadow:
Rotting empire, shameful reign,
Feeds the world with mindless pain.
Manure-flies of fake disguise,
Cloud the path, and blind the eyes.
Light:
Through fire and truth, the veil removed,
False crowns dissolve, the truth approved.
Mind and Spirit — unchained, awake,
Freedom forged — the night we break.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through lies, through fire, through psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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The Few
Only the few —
Reason and Honor keep.
Here genocide has run its course
A hundred centuries deep.
The vile inhuman mob
Takes for nothing the priceless spark —
The Spirit given early
To those the fools call stark.
Spirit’s rule — a cruel joke,
Become a dung-fly, be the herd;
Or live like cattle — that’s the wish
The inhuman ones have stirred.
They want Sons of Gods to kneel,
Their servants dumb in endless maze.
A pseudo-life they’ll feed them —
The Spirit spat upon, decays.
The inhuman puppeteer
Steers all toward Hell’s slow tide.
Masters of the drifting swill
Think they’ll sit in boastful pride.
Only they don’t know the cost —
For victory they slay the soul.
What a surprise: the prize is loss,
The final tally — broken whole.
And now they’ve come ashore:
Hell’s three strokes fill every bay.
Conscience murdered long ago —
Fools dictate the day.
Reason now a rare thing here,
Shame as well — both scarcely seen.
Struck down by lethal aim and scorn,
You lie half-dead where once was keen.
One thing left — blow up this Hell,
Cast aside all “pity”’s law;
Save souls by burning down the pit,
So freedom wakes from what they maw.
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Abomination
Joy is scarce, the light is gone,
No reason’s glow, no freedom’s charm —
The sting of un;freedom drags on,
The Spirit’s chained inside a harm.
Like walking dead, the people seem,
Their inner light all but erased.
In this mournful, grieving dream
Abomination sits embraced.
That vileness goes by many names,
It sows division’s flag and rust.
Its masks of beauty hide the shames —
Shamelessness has long since thrust.
The mills of filth run full and fast,
Boldness dwindles, fear holds sway.
From childhood on the slime is cast —
Each learns his cage, obey the way.
They feed the rot like sugared gruel,
Till sober thought dissolves away;
That’s their design — the foulest rule:
To kill the wits, to make minds prey.
Surrounded by this filth from birth,
Say farewell to daring deeds.
The Spirit, Honour, Reason’s worth
Will suffer — all for poisoned feeds.
What reaches ears: a muck;filled shout,
Not truth, but heaps of steaming lies.
Lies are the product sold about —
You eat the fruit that rots and dies.
Soon indigestion of the mind
Will come from that polluted feast.
The inhuman drift: to crush and blind —
To slay the Soul, the thinking beast.
Abhorrent fascism kills the Souls.
Hear no one — strike this “ism” down.
Death to those foul, enslaving goals!
Let that be shouted round the town.
Make this your one relentless cry —
All else can wait while this you wield:
Against the plague that eats the sky,
Stand fierce — and do not let it yield.
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Creation
Guard your creative flame, my friend,
Though fools swarm thick and blind;
Let darkness crush, let daylight end —
Hold fire within your mind.
Though nightmares line the path you tread,
While fascist fangs ensnare,
Burn bright — let none declare you dead,
Blaze through their poisoned air.
If in your work you burn away,
You’ll find your strength anew;
Through pain and daring’s fierce ballet,
The Spirit lives in you.
This world — a reeking madhouse pit,
Where genocide’s adored;
Where Reason’s light is stomped and split,
And madness crowned as lord.
That purge is aimed at souls like yours —
The gifted, fierce, awake;
The air’s diseased, the land’s a corpse,
And beasts their hunger slake.
They’ve sold their Souls to endless night,
Their hearts forever drowned;
In nets of Hell they twist in fright,
No higher truth is found.
So be as God — create, ignite,
Forge worlds from purest flame.
To shrink from pain is shame’s delight —
And fear’s your only blame.
For shame abounds, and courage rare,
The bright are but a few;
The age of idiots fills the air,
While truth sleeps out of view.
The inhuman breed of wretched clowns
Turns all to ash and rot;
They trample Dignity to ground —
The Devil rules their plot.
Yet if you burn yourself to dust,
With nothing left to save,
Your Soul survives — for Light is just,
And Darkness bows, enslaved.
So fight — resist, defy, create!
Let cowards curse and flee.
Crush Hell’s own spawn — annihilate
That stinking blasphemy.
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Knock, knock, knock...
To knock upon the heavens —
Cruel selfish solace, vain.
It won’t work here — the Demon lives,
Sanitary fascism reigns.
Only Satan’s Church forgives
The sins this place produces.
Your deeds are bad — your days are counted,
The ledger cold reduces.
Betrayal’s treated like a trade,
Stupidity a gem.
A world of filth, of Judas breeds,
Where bullets lack a stem.
Foundations lost and cast aside —
Primordial is the Spirit.
This world’s a herd of dull-eyed beasts,
Satan’s obedient merit.
God died long since in this Hellscape,
Built here in ages past.
You live in a sewer, not a Garden —
There shit alone holds fast.
All values here are dung and trash,
Since Soul is writ in dust.
What’s real remains the yoke of genocide,
Slow-burning, stern, and just.
They poison Spirit, Mind, and Pride,
And strip away your worth.
No ear now flinches at the lie —
It’s vengeance for the earth.
The filthy inhuman spite
That loves the meek and dumb —
No one here is free at all —
All servants, beaten, come.
What’s left to do? Blow Heaven up,
Sacrifice us all to flame.
Or rot on clucking in this dusk,
Begging bread and name.
They’ll turn us into starving cattle,
Only able to devour.
If we let scum live uncut,
They’ll snuff out Spirit’s power.
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Man
If you are Man, you must question, dare,
Think boldly, strike the fascist stench,
Expose their brazen lies everywhere,
Their schemes of death that never quench.
They’ve built Everest-high heaps of lies,
Minions of genocide at play.
You bear your cross with open eyes,
If honest, wise, not mute, astray.
Intuition stands as your ally:
Solitude is your appointed share.
Though your heart tightens, heavy, shy,
In action you are firm and rare.
Here all is weighed by what you do —
The rest’s mere self-deceit and smoke.
You’re hemmed by beasts, the dumb, the few
Super-servile, hollow folk.
Though deeds may vanish half a step,
Though no one here needs what you give —
You stand atop, not in the depth:
Within yourself, the Dark you outlive.
For here the fight with Darkness reigns,
Only the Light is yours to bear.
Even cast in the Idiots’ chains,
You row against their current, fair.
Only thus will you save your Soul in Hell,
Only thus justify your name.
Listen to intuition — heed it well,
Cling not, love Freedom as your flame.
There’s nothing here to cling upon:
Not even Life — it’s vanished, spent.
Fascist filth has ripped it all and gone,
This world destroyed, its trace all rent.
Soon all Hell itself will burn away,
For that is how the cosmos ordains:
The heap of dead cannot remain —
All will vanish like silicone flames.
Only those who fight shall be saved —
The rest are but dead slag in the pit.
Like birds, the brave shall rise, unchained,
Leaving fascist sewers and falsehoods lit.
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Man
Fight the Dark, bear Light alone,
In fascist sewers, claim your throne.
Only those who dare shall rise —
The rest are ash before the skies.
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Rise, fight, let Darkness burn,
Only the brave have the right to return.
Fools rot in Hell’s stinking pit,
The free soar high, they will not quit.
---
Stand against the fascist lies,
Let the coward’s world burn and die.
Only those who strike the night
Will claim their Soul, their freedom, their right.
---
Cling to Light, defy the night,
Fascist scum will fall to might.
Those who dare, escape the grave,
The rest are ash, the weak, the slave.
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Man — Infernal Strike
Crush the Dark, bleed your Light,
Fascist vermin burn in sight.
Only fighters escape the pit,
The rest are ashes — coward, spit.
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Hellbound Strike
Fight the Dark, strike with fire,
Fascist dogs choke on their mire.
Only the bold escape the flame,
The rest are dirt, without a name.
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Inferno Call
Light your soul against the night,
Crush the vermin, show your might.
Survivors rise from Hell’s foul pit,
The weak are gone — they never quit.
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Last Stand
Rage, resist, let Darkness scream,
Fascist scum drown in their scheme.
Only the daring leave the tomb,
All others rot in endless gloom.
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Burn the Dark, claim your Soul,
Fascist scum — ash in the hole.
---
Strike the lies, rise from the pit,
Only the fearless truly fit.
---
Light your fire, crush their reign,
Cowards rot in endless pain.
---
Darkness falls — you rise alone,
Fascist filth turned into stone.
---
Light the fire, break the chain,
Only fighters leave the pain.
---
Crush the lies, defy the night,
Ashes feed the endless fight.
---
Burn their scum, claim your breath,
Only courage cheats death.
---
Rage unchained, the weak will fall,
Only the brave will heed the call.
---
Dark flames rise, the cowards scream,
Fascist filth devoured by dream.
---
Crush the night, ignite your soul,
Only the brave can claim the whole.
---
Ash and blood, the weak decay,
Light endures — it paves the way.
---
Rage unbound, the lies combust,
Fools are dust, the fearless trust.
---
Strike the vermin, shatter their reign,
Only fire can cleanse the pain.
---
Hell’s abyss opens wide,
Rise, resist — the strong survive.
---
Light burns fierce, shadows fall,
Only the daring heed the call.
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Darkness shatters under your hand,
Fascist vermin burn in the sand.
Light claws through the choking night,
Ash devours the coward’s fright.
Rage ignites — the weak are gone,
Only the fearless carry on.
Hell itself bows to your fire.
---
Flames devour the coward’s sky,
Fascist lies scream, then die.
Light rips through the endless dark,
Ash marks the fearless spark.
Rage is sword, the world ignites,
Only the bold survive the nights.
---
Crush the scum beneath your feet,
Darkness shatters, hell’s deceit.
Fire roars — the weak decay,
Courage stands where shadows sway.
Soul unbound, the night explodes,
Only the daring break the codes.
---
Rise, resist, the abyss calls,
Cowards crumble, the strong stand tall.
Light cuts deep through twisted lies,
Ash and fury scorch the skies.
Rage unleashed, the false decay,
Only the fearless forge the way.
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Burn the lies, scorch the night,
Only the fearless wield the light.
---
Crush the scum beneath your hand,
Ash and fury rule the land.
---
Light rips through the choking dark,
Courage sparks the eternal mark.
---
Rage ignites, the weak decay,
Only the bold survive the fray.
---
Strike the vermin, shatter their reign,
Fire cleanses, pain is slain.
---
Hell bows low, the brave arise,
Darkness falls beneath their eyes.
---
Flames consume the coward’s dream,
Light endures — eternal gleam.
---
Flames tear through the coward’s sky,
Fascist filth burns, cannot lie.
---
Light shatters the endless night,
Rage ignites the fearless fight.
---
Ash devours the weak and vile,
Courage surges, dark defiled.
---
Strike the vermin, crush their reign,
Fire cleanses every stain.
---
Darkness screams, but will not last,
Only the brave escape its grasp.
---
Hell quakes beneath your steps,
The bold carve paths the coward forgets.
---
Light rips through lies thick as night,
Only fire grants the sight.
---
Rage unbound, the false decay,
Ash marks those who dare to stay.
---
Rise, resist, the abyss calls,
Cowards crumble, courage enthralls.
---
Soul aflame, the night undone,
Only the fearless see the sun.
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Burn!
Crush!
---
Light strikes.
Dark falls.
---
Rage ignites.
Fear dies.
---
Ash rains.
Courage rises.
---
Hell quakes.
Brave stand.
---
Truth cuts.
Lies burn.
---
Soul ablaze.
Night shattered.
---
Fire reigns.
Vermins vanish.
---
Rise!
Strike!
---
End!
Survive.
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Burn!
Crush!
Light strikes.
Dark falls.
Rage ignites.
Fear dies.
Ash rains.
Courage rises.
Hell quakes.
Brave stand.
Truth cuts.
Lies burn.
Soul ablaze.
Night shattered.
Fire reigns.
Vermins vanish.
Rise!
Strike!
End!
Survive.
Shatter chains.
Scorch earth.
Darkness flees.
Spirit screams.
Shadows break.
Power surges.
Rebel roar.
World trembles.
Victory burns.
Eternity waits.
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Burn!
Crush!
Strike!
Shatter!
Scorch!
Rise!
Roar!
Tear!
Rage!
Smash!
Ash!
Quake!
Fear!
Flee!
Fire!
Vanish!
Soul!
Dark!
Light!
Break!
Chains!
Blood!
Death!
Surge!
Rebel!
Doom!
Collapse!
Shout!
Crush!
Eternity!
Spirit!
Shadows!
Strike!
Burn!
Smite!
Collapse!
Tear!
Rage!
Awake!
Shatter!
Victory!
Tremble!
Destroy!
Chaos!
Illuminate!
Obliterate!
Scorch!
Unleash!
Ascend!
Conquer!
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Burn!
Crush!
Strike!
Shatter!
Scorch!
Rise!
Roar!
Tear!
Rage!
Smash!
Ash!
Quake!
Fear!
Flee!
Fire!
Vanish!
Soul!
Dark!
Light!
Break!
Chains!
Blood!
Death!
Surge!
Rebel!
Doom!
Collapse!
Shout!
Crush!
Eternity!
Spirit!
Shadows!
Strike!
Burn!
Smite!
Collapse!
Tear!
Rage!
Awake!
Shatter!
Victory!
Tremble!
Destroy!
Chaos!
Illuminate!
Obliterate!
Scorch!
Unleash!
Ascend!
Conquer!
Silence!
Howl!
Frenzy!
Ignite!
Blast!
Clash!
Wreck!
Storm!
Burnout!
Surge!
Fury!
Crash!
Bloodshed!
Ruin!
Fracture!
Smashdown!
Erupt!
Shiver!
Doomfall!
Awaken!
Oblivion!
Tremor!
Collapse!
Scar!
Strikeforce!
Inferno!
Shred!
Wrath!
Ignite!
Wreckage!
Havoc!
Scathe!
Annihilate!
Burst!
Blitz!
Ravage!
Cataclysm!
Fracture!
Eviscerate!
Dominate!
Exterminate!
Surge!
Obliterate!
Pulverize!
Rampage!
Infernal!
Blaze!
Devastate!
Ascension!
Conquest!
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Burn
Crush
Strike
Shatter
Scorch
Rise
Roar
Tear
Rage
Smash
Ash
Quake
Fear
Flee
Fire
Vanish
Soul
Dark
Light
Break
Chains
Blood
Death
Surge
Rebel
Doom
Collapse
Shout
Eternity
Spirit
Shadows
Smite
Awake
Victory
Tremble
Destroy
Chaos
Illuminate
Obliterate
Unleash
Ascend
Conquer
Silence
Howl
Frenzy
Ignite
Blast
Clash
Wreck
Storm
Fury
Crash
Bloodshed
Ruin
Fracture
Erupt
Shiver
Doomfall
Awaken
Oblivion
Tremor
Scar
Strikeforce
Inferno
Shred
Wrath
Wreckage
Havoc
Scathe
Annihilate
Burst
Blitz
Ravage
Cataclysm
Eviscerate
Dominate
Exterminate
Pulverize
Rampage
Infernal
Blaze
Devastate
Ascension
Conquest
Surge-on
Teardown
Pulver
Detonate
Incinerate
Raze
Pulverize
Maul
Scorching
Incision
Sever
Rend
Cleave
Smolder
Kindle
Torch
Ignite!
Obliviate
Pulverant
Rendition
Annihilator
Vortex
Maelstrom
Whirlwind
Tempest
Catapult
Cannonade
Barrage
Onslaught
Stormfront
Blitzkrieg
Pummel
Hammer
Forge
Hammerfall
Ram
Breaker
Wallop
Slam
Crushdown
Thunder
Bolt
Flash
Flare
Radiance
Glare
Scythe
Cleaver
Guillotine
Guillotined
Execution
Reckoning
Judgement
Purge
Purifier
Exile
Banish
Vanquish
Subdue
Overthrow
Revolt
Uprising
Insurge
Insurrection
Breakout
Liberation
Freedom
Deliverance
Redemption
Reprisal
Vengeance
Retribution
Payback
Counterstrike
Retaliate
Scourge
Pestilence
Wither
Blight
Corrode
Rot
Putrefy
Erode
Crumble
Collapse!
Fall
Sunset
Nightfall
Dusk
Eclipse
Blackout
Vanquisher
Terminus
Endgame
Finality
Omega
Catalyst
Spark
Fuse
Detonator
Ignition
Combustion
Conflagration
Wildfire
Scorchmark
Ember
Cinder
Phoenix
Resurge
Reforge
Reinvent
Reclaim
Overcome
Triumph
Evermore
Immortal
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Zoo-Madhouse
Savage packs of frantic apes,
Humanity melts in an instant,
Crushed beneath the weight of lies,
Under the surge of ruthless insistence.
Under the push of violence,
Anger of their brutal chiefs,
Some are weak, powerless,
Fear runs wild—no chains, no relief.
This fear drives them onward,
To kill, to tear apart,
And all will drown in blood,
As the chase consumes the heart.
Humanity vanishes fast,
If you are but a mad slave.
The inhuman count their victims,
Exploiting how weak they behave.
This insane crowd—their madness,
Dictates what filth to implant,
New hordes of vile and terror,
All crushed under this tyrant chant.
Harsh style? The wars have shown,
And CowID made it clear:
The world, at large, is a madhouse,
Ruled by liars, ruled by fear.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Mad apes run, humanity dies,
Fear drives the slaughter, truth defies.
Blood-soaked packs, no chains can bind—
The world’s a madhouse, liars reign blind.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes run wild, humanity fades,
Fear and lies rule the blood-soaked shades.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes rampage, humanity burns—
Fear rules, the world of liars turns.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes rage. Humanity dies.
Fear rules. Lies reign.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes rampage—humanity crushed by fear and lies.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes run wild—humanity bleeds under lies and terror.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes riot—humanity crushed, lies strike, fear rules.
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes rampage—humanity crushed!
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes crush!
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes terror!
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes destroy!
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes annihilate!
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Zoo-Madhouse
Apes obliterate!
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There Is Only… Lies
Illusions and lies are chased by beasts.
Fear and genocide — the Mind is slain.
The world is phantom, for by liars’ feasts
It’s turned to Hell — decay, disgrace remain.
Each moment pressed in shame and corruption,
Wild fascism crushes all the earth.
Here stagnation reigns, lies’ multiplication —
Such is “progress.” Satan holds his worth.
All soaked in Satanism, vile and dire,
Abomination grows with no restraint.
Few brave and wise dare spark a daring fire —
All crushed and devoured by the idiot’s taint.
That idiot rules the soulless, mass of prey,
Their biomass will flatten all in sight.
The clever fall as servants to decay,
While horror multiplies its endless blight.
Fight the filth, and seek allies in the strife.
The odds are slim, yet one path stays alive:
To save the soul — make warriors of the lone,
And strike through Hell’s dread, whole and unthrown.
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There Is Only… Lies
Fight the filth! Crush the beast!
Save the soul — let Hell not feast.
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There Is Only… Lies
Beasts and liars choke the world,
Hell’s dark banner is unfurled.
Stand alone, let courage rise,
Smash the tyrants, save the wise.
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Evening Sketch
In evening’s dim, a beaten fool
Plods homeward through his narrow hole—
A pen for beasts, a mind so cruel,
Where soullessness devours the whole.
He bends beneath the weight of wrong,
The fascist cruelty he endures.
And yet the cycle drags along—
Stupidity, unbent, ensures.
Returns of evil are decreed,
Half-step from war, the creatures wait.
All serve forever—feeding greed
Of rotting fascist, scheming state.
To stay yourself is almost lost,
When all around are slaves and weak,
The lickspittle tools of tyrant’s cost,
Whose minds and souls no courage speak.
Yet one can keep the self intact
If dying in the fight with ill.
It’s hard, but stand! Refuse the fact
That wicked fate should bend your will.
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Evening Sketch
Fool walks the dusk, his soul erased,
Evil grips, the world debased.
Stand firm, fight back, don’t yield your light—
Defy the dark, reclaim the night.
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Evening Sketch
At dusk the blasted idiot drags,
A hollow shell through craven drags.
Evil reigns, the fascist swarms,
The world decays in rotten forms.
All bow, all crawl, all lick the chains,
Madness thrives, humanity wanes.
Stand, rebel! Fight or die in strife,
Defy the cursed fate—claim life!
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Evening Sketch
Evil crushes, fools obey,
Stand, rebel! Don’t bend, don’t sway.
Fight or die—defy the cursed day!
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Evening Sketch
Evil reigns, but I won’t kneel!
Fight the cursed—my soul is steel!
---------------------
Evening Sketch
I rise, I fight—your cursed reign dies!
---------------------
Chains break—my fury scorches Hell!
---
Cursed world burns beneath my wrath!
---
I stand, I clash—the darkness falls!
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Hell quakes—my wrath strikes!
---
Chains snap—Darkness bleeds!
---
Stand, fight, burn lies!
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Evening Sketch
At evening’s hour, a pierced idiot
Trudges home. A burrow? More like pen.
Soulless, he turns, if evil endures,
If fascism reigns—it hardens men.
Everything returns, a cursed cycle:
Cretinism stands firm and vile.
And so the evil’s comeback is fated,
Creatures on the verge, a step from trial.
All forever in servitude,
Rotting fascist order shifts its guise,
Decomposition of the mind the goal,
Its law is cunning, ruin, lies.
To remain yourself is brutal work,
When slaves surround, the lickspittle throng.
The weak of mind and soul bow down,
But you must stand fierce, defiant, strong.
You stay yourself by dying in the fight
Against the Evil crushing every day.
Say “No!” to the vile, cursed fate—
And never let your soul decay.
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Evening Rage
Pierced fool drags home—no soul, no light.
Fascism smashes, evil bites.
Cretins rise, the rot endures,
Slaves bow down, but mind secures.
Stand or die—fight, never kneel!
Say “No!” to Fate, and let Evil feel.
Soul unbroken, fire inside,
In this Hell, you alone must ride.
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Evening Strike
Fool walks pierced—home of the damned,
Evil bites, fascist hand.
Rot spreads thick, cretins rise,
Slaves around, but spirit flies.
Clench your mind, brace your soul,
Strike the lies, tear the whole!
No surrender, no despair,
Hell itself won’t snare the aware.
Fight or die, the choice is clear,
Shout “No!” and burn the fear.
Alone you stand, alone you ride,
Fire of freedom, nowhere to hide.
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Evening Strike
Fools march home, Hell at their heels,
Evil reigns, but mind steels.
Strike the lies, burn the night,
Stand alone, ignite the fight.
---------------------
Evening Strike
Evil looms — I stand, I burn.
Fools fall silent; it’s my turn.
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Evening Wrath
Fascist filth may crawl and moan —
I fight alone, but strike like stone.
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Evening Fury
The idiot trudges home through filth and lies,
I roar at fascist scum — their false empire dies.
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The Beasts
Turtles, bugs, and beasts of all kinds,
Sheep, dogs, donkeys, bulls — the blind
Take hit after hit, without a miss,
Fools endure it all in this abyss.
Around them pens stretch far and wide,
They shear, they slaughter — nowhere to hide.
Only "moo" and "baa," no human moan,
From the zombie-box comes endless drone.
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Endless Fascism
It’s just a tale, they say —
Only Hitler bore fascism’s sway.
Yet it’s always here, in disguise —
The same “communism” feeds the lies.
It’s always aimed to slaughter Souls,
Each poisoned lie fills gaping holes,
A meal for the vile, to enforce their chains,
Humans no longer — just herds in plains.
Even Hitler struck that lie with rage,
A dagger sharp against the fascist plague.
Lies are deadly, even in the hands
Of executioners burning children in lands.
Now the lie’s a monster, swallowing all,
Yet thick-headed fools can barely hear its call.
The “Ministry of Truth” rules the sold-out world,
With Goebbels as god, and Mengele’s flag unfurled.
The filthy cop, the little doctor too,
In genocide’s machinery, play their cruel cue.
If such foul beasts can be cop or medic here,
Do we build monuments to their wrath and fear?
Mausoleums of gallows and walls,
All punished — for treachery calls.
Death to fascist vermin! — the righteous cry,
Joy, respect, and Light shall rise high.
---------------------
Fascist Scum
Death to fascist vermin!
Lies devour their souls,
Humans turned to cattle,
Light will crush their holes.
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Fuss
Cursed fuss, the frantic grind,
Vanity upon vanity.
One thing only soothes the mind —
They’ll pay for every travesty.
They’ll answer for the filth and lies,
For fraud, for madness, vile flattery;
For fascism that normalizes
This hollow, poisoned litany.
For torrents of untruth, the cold
Oblivion of the sacred Flame,
For Spirit lost, for honor sold,
For shame erased — we name their shame.
A dung;fly now is every third,
If not the second — doomed and sold.
He’ll answer for the fight he spurned,
For selling out his soul for gold.
He turned to stupid beast, a slave,
The inhuman only gave commands.
He left his thought, his Spirit’s brave
Impulse, pride — all slipped like sand.
They are not people — mere tallies, sums;
This world — a cliff, an empty rift.
On the verge each trembling body comes,
No strength — and you will not uplift.
Apply your strength — exterminate the fiend.
Only thus the saving light remains.
But you sleep on, numb, unclean,
And dream your slow, complacent pains.
In that dream we’ll reach the station — Hell.
We babble nonsense; God’s not our sire.
In Satan’s world we sleep so well,
Pills and shots and needles — their empire.
For all things there’s an answer due;
We’ll be accountable, as ever told,
Though minds like children, years asleep —
We still will pay — the ledger’s cold.
---------------------
Fools sleep while Hell expands its reign,
The Spirit crushed, the soul in chains.
Strike the fiends — no mercy shown,
Only the brave reclaim their own.
---------------------
Hell grins as fools bow down,
Lies and filth are all around.
Rise, strike back, the Spirit’s call —
Or watch the world in ruin fall.
---
Sleepers rot while fiends advance,
Chains of lies block every chance.
Smash the scum, reclaim the flame,
Or drown forever in their shame.
---------------------
Fiends reign, the world decays,
Fools sleep through their vile maze.
Strike the scum, break chains of lies,
Or rot beneath their blackened skies.
Every coward pays the toll,
Spirit crushed, but fight’s your goal.
Rage, resist, or join the throng —
Hell will claim the weak, the wrong.
---------------------
Hell reigns, the weak will rot,
Strike the liars — take your shot,
Only rage can save your lot.
---------------------
Crush the filth, the liars burn,
Only fury gives return.
---
Rage alone will shatter chains,
Expose the lies, ignite the flames.
---
Fools enslave, but truth will strike,
Crush the horde, unleash the spike.
---
Rot and filth, your doom is near,
Stand in wrath, let none revere.
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The Black Lyre
Intensity—and NOT LIES—in poetic fire
Are what awaken slaves through generations.
Not all, but the few who resist the chain’s desire,
Who kneel not in fear or submission.
The Silver Age, and songs of Vysotsky,
Saved many even under Soviet skies.
Add Flames, speak Truth, though it crush you wholly,
Ignore the wretched, the pitiful lies.
Write for those whose Souls remain unbroken,
For whom this Hell has grown obscene.
Scoundrels love secrets that are hidden, unspoken—
Expose all sores, all festering mean.
When once you clothed time in poetic measure,
You saved the young, the fledgling mind.
Proof is needed, lest they fall to false treasure,
Lest they become the prey of lies confined.
For if you churn out foolishness like wind,
The hundredth song of love among slaves,
All efforts wasted—love cannot rescind
Where fools compete in heretical graves.
Ignite yourself, burn, and scorch the circle—
Expose the deceits of this miserable sphere.
Let harsh words alone be your sole ally here—
This is the BLACK LYRE, fierce and clear.
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Black Lyre Strike
Burn lies, ignite the falseness all around—
Only Truth and fire shall resound.
The weak may kneel, the fools may tire,
But the Black Lyre strikes—unbroken, entire.
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Black Lyre Blast
Burn the lies! Ignite the night!
Strike with Truth, unleash the fight!
Fools will kneel, the weak will cower—
Black Lyre roars, the final power!
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Black Lyre Doom
Smash the chains, let liars burn!
Innocence crushed, the fools will learn.
Every lie, each vile disguise—
Black Lyre strikes, and evil dies!
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Black Lyre Apocalypse
Strike, strike, the chains of lies!
Fools will choke as falsehood dies.
Every mask of vile deceit
Shatters under Black Lyre’s beat.
Flames of truth ignite the night,
Burn the coward, scorch the blight.
Shout, rage, let the heavens quake—
Only fire can this nightmare break.
None shall kneel, none shall bow,
The Liars’ Empire crumbles now.
From ashes rise the souls unbound,
Where only fierce, sharp truth is found.
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Black Lyre Strike
Shatter the lies, ignite the night!
Fools will burn where truth takes flight.
No chains, no masks, no coward’s plea—
Only fire sets the soul free.
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Black Lyre Roar
Raze the false, let darkness scream!
Crush the slaves of every dream.
Strike with words like sharpened steel—
Only wrath can make them feel.
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Black Lyre Strike
Burn the lies, strike the herd—
Truth’s sharp blade cuts every word.
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Black Lyre Fury
Scorch the weak, expose the vile,
Let your words lash, ruthless, wild.
Truth ignites where liars tread—
Burn their lies, let none be fed.
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Black Lyre Strike
Smash the chains, shred the lies,
Strike the fools where darkness hides.
Flame your words, relentless, stark—
Light the void with the Black Lyre’s spark.
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Black Lyre: Battle Cry
Burn, strike, tear the veil,
Shatter lies where fools prevail.
Forge the word into a blade,
Cut the dark, let none evade.
Raise the Lyre, black as night,
Pierce the false with ruthless might.
Truth your armor, fire your soul,
Crush the chains, reclaim control.
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Äóõè è áåñû "ïåðåìåí"
"Äóõè ðóññêîé ðåâîëþöèè — ðóññêèå äóõè, õîòÿ è èñïîëüçîâàíû âðàãîì íàøèì íà ïîãèáåëü íàøó".
Íèêîëàé Áåðäÿåâ.
"Ôðàíöóçñêèå áåñû —
Áîëüøèå áàëáåñû,
Íî òîæå óìåþò êðóæèòü".
Âëàäèìèð Âûñîöêèé.
Øâåéöàðñêèå áåñû è ðóññêèå äóõè
Êðîâàâóþ áàíþ óñòðîèëè íàì.
Êòî áûëè õîëîïû, ïîìåùèêîâ ñëóãè,
Òå ñòàëè ðàáàìè: Ñîâåòñêèé Áåäëàì
Óñòðîèë òàêîå, ÷òî òîëüêî Ïîë Ïîòó
Ñ áîëüøèì íàïðÿæåíüåì óåñòü óäàëîñü.
Ïðîñíóëñÿ, óáîãèé, àéäà íà ðàáîòó.
Íå õî÷åøü — îòñèäêà. À âûïëåñíóòü çëîñòü
Òû ìîæåøü íà êóõíå: ïîãðîì÷å êîëü âÿêíåøü,
Îòñèäêà, ïñèõóøêà — áîëüíîé äèññèäåíò.
×èòàòü êîëü çàõî÷åøü — îò ñêóêè çà÷àõíåøü:
Öåíçóðà ñòðàøíåé, ÷åì ñóäüÿ èëè ìåíò.
À òâîð÷åñêèì ëþäÿì ñâîé ïûë íåâîçìîæíî
 ïðîêðóñòîâî ëîæå õîòü êàê-òî âìåñòèòü.
Êîëü â öåëîì, òîñêëèâî, óáîãî, íè÷òîæíî:
Ñóäüáà âñåì Ðàçóìíûì — â ÎÒ×ÀßÍÜÈ ãíèòü.
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Logic of Hell
We’ll sing of the Spirit, its fire and might,
Of bright, soaring thoughts, of the Mind’s sacred light…
If only the dung-flies, in feverish bloom,
Would quit reproducing on piles of doom.
The dung is this world, and the fly — a dead pawn,
A corpse reanimated, a Judas reborn.
The honest are few, and the vile are rife,
Who’ve sold every truth for a comfortable life.
The plague of deception — the “illness” they sell —
Gives fools the permission to preach into Hell.
Now curses are cleaner than clever disguise —
Their babbling wisdom was nothing but lies.
Those “thinkers” were chewing the cud of decay,
Their honeyed hypocrisy masking the clay.
While few dragged the cart through the blood and the grime,
With truth that cuts sharper than reason or rhyme.
So stop all that talk of “nature” and “peace”
In fascism’s world, where the killings don’t cease.
Your “love” and “humanity” — theater plays,
In brothels of power that worship decay.
This pit runs on laws of betrayal and dread,
Where masks rule the living, and lies feed the dead.
Only Spirit, and Honor, and Mind stand apart —
Rare sparks of the real in a marketplace dark.
Thus, only the Logic of Hell makes us sane —
The wise must adopt it, or rot in the chain.
For sellouts are many, and monsters abound,
With treacherous tricks and delusions profound.
By Logic of Hell, your salvation is clear —
The Spirit alone keeps your conscience sincere.
Cast off the delusions, the gossip, the rot —
Grow stronger in Spirit — all else is not.
But still, in the world, you must battle and stand —
Or treason itself will devour your hand.
Obeying the vermin, you’ll rot where you crawl,
And drag your own brothers to ruin — and fall.
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Logic of Hell
Burn lies — they breed in holy disguise,
The Spirit alone sees through the spell.
Where Reason is chained and virtue dies —
Think fierce — by the Logic of Hell!
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Logic of Hell
No mercy for liars — their paradise burns!
The Spirit strikes back — and the tyrant learns:
In a world of deceit where the cowards sell,
Only wrath and truth — that’s the Logic of Hell!
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Logic of Hell
When Truth is forbidden — let Spirit rebel:
Salvation begins with the Logic of Hell.
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Logic of Hell
From ashes of virtue, the Spirit will yell —
“I see through your heaven — it reeks of Hell.”
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Logic of Hell
When gods are unmasked and their temples fall,
The Spirit will rise — the last truth of all.
Through ruins of Eden its thunder will tell:
Only the damned shall be free — in the Logic of Hell.
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He who walks through Hell with an unbroken Spirit —
shall find no need for Heaven.
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Cattle
Have no pity for cattle —
They’re the worst of foes.
Their stench is long and fatal,
Their swarm forever grows.
Their lies form armies, breeding
Blind and cruel slaves,
While truth lies bleeding,
Buried in their graves.
The foe makes them his weapon,
To crush the keen and wise,
While dull obedience beckons
To silence every rise.
The mass of flesh is pressing
All sprouts of thought to mud —
It worships only blessing
Of cash and easy blood.
And that herd, degraded,
Will serve at each command —
For beasts intoxicated
Destroy the thinking man.
Each true soul is lonely,
Lost in this slave-trance,
For the chains are holy,
And freedom has no chance.
But the Higher Reason
Will not let scum prevail —
It will burn the treason,
Restore the sacred trail —
The link of Mind and Spirit.
A newborn man shall stand,
Like snow — pure, fearless, near it,
To cleanse this poisoned land.
He’ll hush the world of malice,
And build anew, sincere —
Then joy shall fill the palace —
A feast of Spirit clear.
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Cattle
The herd obeys — the Spirit defies.
Where cattle kneel, the human dies.
But fire within — unchained, aware —
Will burn the yoke the beasts still wear.
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Cattle
Let cattle kneel — their faith is rot,
Their chains are gold, their minds forgot.
But Spirit stands — unbowed, alone:
The world of beasts shall feed the Throne.
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Cattle
No mercy for the herd that kneels!
The Spirit strikes, the falsehood peels.
Where blind obey and shackles swell —
Only fire and truth shall quell.
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Cattle
The herd bows blind — the Spirit stands.
Truth will rise from enslaved lands.
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Cattle
Through the stench of the herd, the Spirit will scream —
“All slaves shall burn in the fire of dream.”
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Cattle
When the herd devours reason, and falsehood reigns,
The Spirit will rise, and break all chains.
Through ashes of obedience, a new man will tell:
The tyrant is vanquished — in the fire of Cattle.
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He who walks among the herd with Spirit unbound —
shall kindle the world from ashes of the drowned.
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The Great Wonder
Here lies the Great Wonder.
It’s the Common Fool:
He trusts the Judas of sale,
Any newsroom’s cruel rule.
His faith is fantastical —
Nothing here stands more strong.
He’ll believe in all, habitual,
Where the inhuman triumphs long.
And fools, as a crowd, will crush
The clever, the minds that see.
Obedient to every rush
Of any brazen piglet’s decree.
Those pigs serve the bastards —
A kinship nearly of fiends:
These monsters have no scruples,
No morals for “ruling” schemes.
Ideas are dictated by monsters,
Genocide forms their base.
The pigs, obedient minions,
Bring them alive in endless space.
With years, the slavery strengthens —
Misery only “blooms” here.
No words can express this vileness,
Nor the ever-growing fear.
The filthy inhuman seek
To kill in humans Mind and Spirit —
Then man would turn, meek and weak,
Into demon-slave inherit.
But Nature will not allow it —
The Sun will boil off the scum.
Year by year its radiance grows,
Till all the foul are undone.
And thereafter, in the Spirit,
Shines the life bright and free.
The selling bitches will perish,
And with them, foul fascistry.
But fools will find no place there —
No broken slave is needed.
Even if honest in error,
Even if under pressure he pleaded.
He accepted that pressure himself,
Did nothing to oppose,
Submissive to fiends’ command,
Hiding behind “the majority’s” pose.
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The Great Wonder
Fools bow to Judas, pigs obey,
The Mind is crushed, the Spirit prey.
But Sun and Spirit shall arise —
And burn the lies from human eyes.
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The Great Wonder
Fools kneel, pigs rule — the Spirit stands.
Truth will rise from human hands.
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The Great Wonder
Through the herd of fools and the pigs’ cruel reign,
The Spirit will rise — their lies in flame.
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The Great Wonder
When fools kneel and pigs command,
The Spirit shall rise to reclaim the land.
Through ashes of lies, a new man shall tell:
The deceivers fall — in the Great Wonder’s spell.
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He who walks among fools with Spirit unbroken —
shall ignite the world from the ashes of lies.
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Global Madhouse
We live in a madhouse —
Few escape the psych.
All here in coma-like quiet,
Every mind locked tight.
This world-wide madhouse —
The fence long gone.
The meek will accept
Even pestilence drawn.
The plague was delivered
By global fascist sway.
Lies surge like rivers,
Poisons fill the day.
These poisons are balm
For fools in their trance.
The clever lose power,
While brutes advance.
The brute — inhuman,
Vile as rotting dung.
To him, we are servants —
It’s been so long.
But the madhouse shall end —
Shame has only one road: BURN!
The Sun will scorch the disgrace,
No path returns.
It’ll burn to the core —
Every fiend shall burn.
All who betrayed
Mind, and honor too,
Shall face the vengeance
Of Spirit, fierce and true.
The Spiritual Human
Shall emerge unharmed.
For Spirit is the Highest God,
All else — mere smoke charmed.
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Global Madhouse
The madhouse reigns, the fools obey,
But Spirit rises, burns decay.
All liars, brutes, and traitors fell —
No chains remain in the Spirit’s hell.
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Global Madhouse
Fools reign, brutes command — the Spirit stands.
Truth will rise, and scorch the lands.
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Global Madhouse
Through the fools’ domain and the brutes’ cruel reign,
The Spirit shall rise — their lies in flame.
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Global Madhouse
When fools and brutes hold sway,
The Spirit shall rise, burn all decay.
Through ashes of lies, a new man shall tell:
The deceivers perish — in the Spirit’s spell.
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He who walks among fools and brutes with Spirit unbroken —
shall ignite the world from the ashes of deceit.
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Shame
They fooled everyone like fools —
The vaunted “wise” world thrives.
Not humans here, just fleas,
Fascism is their prize.
Dull lies can poison all,
Only rage remains,
And rage will make you mute,
A victim of the chains.
The level of this madness
Has reached such dizzy heights,
That old sarcasm fails
Against this blinding blight —
The fortress of deep fascism,
Where idiots rule the land.
No tragedy remains —
There’s simply nothing to stand.
It’s tragic when the clever
Falls into wild delusion.
But when a mad slave attacks you,
It’s almost funny, a crude confusion —
Like stepping reckless, blind,
Into a heap of filth.
The number of the sane
Shrinks down, dissolves, in guilt.
The poison spreads through slaves
Like aphids on the field.
Here “medicine” serves
The fascist minion’s zeal.
That treacherous hound has wreaked
A chaos so profound,
That “Rational Human”
No longer makes a sound.
For the half-mad slave —
A shame upon Creation’s ground.
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Shame
Fools run the world, the sane are few,
Mad slaves rejoice — the shame is true.
Yet Spirit will rise, and burn the blight,
Restoring reason, reclaiming right.
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Shame
Fools reign, mad slaves obey —
Spirit will rise, and burn the sway.
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Shame
Through fools and mad slaves, the Spirit will scream —
“All lies shall perish in fire’s gleam.”
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Shame
When fools and mad slaves hold sway,
The Spirit shall rise, and burn decay.
Through ashes of lies, a new man shall tell:
The deceivers perish — in the Spirit’s spell.
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He who walks among fools and mad slaves with Spirit unbroken —
shall ignite the world from the ashes of deceit.
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The Middle Way
Drink some kvass —
No need for vodka!
Shake off the gloom,
Stay in the middle.
All extremes are murky,
Patience is bitter,
The world’s a horror,
And people — like fleas:
They jump and they drink,
Only poison they share.
Among them — no life:
Flee the swarm, beware.
The middle is mind,
Extreme emotion —
Will burn that noise
And wild commotion.
The unusual comes
When you truly seek,
But midst the filth
You’ll find nothing meek.
Go only inward —
There lie the Roots:
Forget all horror
And the chains of lies.
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The Middle Way
Drink kvass, not poison, walk the line,
Amid the swarm, let Spirit shine.
Inward you go — the Roots reveal,
Chains of lies no longer steal.
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The Middle Way
Walk the middle, shun the swarm,
Spirit alone will keep you warm.
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The Middle Way
Through extremes and filth, the Spirit will cry —
“Only the middle shall survive, or all shall die.”
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The Middle Way
When extremes rise and the swarm deceives,
The Spirit shall lead, and the mind believes.
Through ashes of chaos, a new path shall shine:
The Middle Way endures — the Soul divine.
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He who walks the Middle Way with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above extremes, and see the world unspoken.
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Void
Void is not beauty,
But the trash they shove inside —
The gateway to dulling,
Where the herd is satisfied.
You’ll join them if you fill
Your life with common trash.
Abandon all, the herd —
Or rot alive in the ash.
Guard that Void within —
Wait until the LIGHT fills it!
And drive all hellish din
To hell. Your answer — it.
Only thus must you face evil —
So your Soul remains intact.
It’s impossible to live
In this hell, but to act
To keep in Void the shards of Sin —
Is sheer, complete idiocy.
If not — a goat’s fate awaits,
Then a plunge into agony.
Darkness will fill that Void —
A hellish world, yes, but worse
For the true beast among men,
And cheap scraps, like cursed course.
Free cheese — the common trash
(Also there’s “spirit” kind) —
The first step of the worthless.
Spirit’s tongue is dry, confined,
Unlike the mass-produced junk —
A spark of Light in dark.
It doesn’t feed like bread,
It only calls through the Void’s arc.
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Void
Guard the Void, let Light arise,
Drive all hellish din aside.
Cheap scraps and beasts shall fall,
Spirit alone will heed the call.
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Void
Guard the Void — let Spirit shine,
All lies and beasts shall fall in time.
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Void
Through the filth and beasts, the Spirit will cry —
“Only the Void remains, or all shall die.”
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Void
When filth and beasts command the land,
The Spirit shall rise, and cleanse by hand.
Through ashes of lies, a new soul shall see:
The Void endures — and the Spirit is free.
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He who guards the Void with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above filth and beasts, and see the world unspoken.
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On the Western Front
In memory of Erich Maria Remarque
Is there no change on the Western Front?
No — only total lies for guns to confront.
And out goes another rotten fool,
Sent by lies to fill a ghastly pool.
Above that idiot, scum has long toiled,
For centuries, his Spirit spoiled:
That idiot’s now just a sack of bones —
To eat, to breed, to grab all loans.
A single goal — hence the fascist creed;
And in its place, communist weed.
Both are schemes of inhuman design —
Fools are easy to trap, like swine.
The scum guards ideology tight —
And through it, half-wits meet their blight.
Slowly, perhaps, the method goes,
But closer all are dragged to Nought’s throes.
In the World Madhouse, forever confined,
That’s the fiend’s aim, brutally designed:
Two-thirds fools, a myriad of schizoid throng —
We’re all like zombies in Reason’s wrong.
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On the Western Front
Lies rule the guns, fools march in line,
Spirit crushed, the world malign.
Two-thirds are lost, the schizoid swarm,
Zombies of Reason in false reform.
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On the Western Front
Fools march, lies reign — the Spirit confined.
Reason’s dead, in the madhouse of mind.
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On the Western Front
Through lies and fools, the Spirit will scream —
“All shall perish in this madhouse dream.”
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On the Western Front
When lies command and fools obey,
The Spirit shall rise and sweep decay.
Through ashes of madness, the sane shall see:
Reason reborn — the mind set free.
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He who walks among fools and lies with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above madness, and see the world awoken.
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Charons
Eloquent fascists
Are like hellish cabbies —
They drive fools to the Abyss.
Fools vanish there
Forever, for there are edges
(THERE! the edge of fascist filth!),
Cross it — no return,
Instantly you become a fiend.
Hell awaits, though full of fiends,
Demons need them, packed
Like herring in a barrel —
The end must be marked.
A final mark on the sentence.
A world where Day became Night.
Where creatures and fools abound —
The fascist forces feed on the dumb.
It’s always been this way.
Now they’re far more numerous,
The layer of the wise thinner.
Eloquent fascists —
Charons in the misty world.
But soon the barrel will burst —
Another mark will come.
They will blow up all of Hell.
It cannot continue — a world of fear, of lies
Will be destroyed entirely,
If Reason is struck down…
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Charons
Fascists drive fools to the Abyss,
Hell awaits, but the end is this:
The barrel will burst, Reason will rise,
Fiends shall fall before the wise.
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Charons
Fools to the Abyss, fascists drive,
Spirit will rise — Hell won’t survive.
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Charons
Through fools and fascists, the Spirit will scream —
“All lies shall perish in Hell’s dark dream.”
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Charons
When fascists drive fools to the Abyss,
The Spirit shall rise, and darkness dismiss.
Through ashes of lies, a new world shall see:
Reason reborn — the Soul set free.
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He who walks among fascists and fools with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above Hell, and see the world awoken.
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New Stage of Slavery
Phantom pains of old enslavement
Always arise at a new stage.
Only trifles are remembered — the roots of abasement
A blind spot implants still in childhood’s cage.
Ice cream, Soviet canteen nausea,
And other trash of wretched slaves —
Yet the overall madness and puke of that era
Is forgotten, as are the slaps for those who misbehave.
The blind spot keeps them from seeing
That all are just slaves, and fascism spreads.
And the wise are taught to be hated,
For it shows their folly for fleeting threads.
And that stupidity is total everywhere —
Or else this Hell wouldn’t have lasted for centuries.
Yet when obedience to beasts is universal,
The wise seem fools, and you are no maleficent.
The slave’s collar is named for the blind spot —
It shields you from simple truths:
That wretched slaves here are tortured,
And almost everyone is a broken mind.
At the new stage, slavery is always harsher,
Hence the pains make sense.
The base of treacherous “kings” — deception,
Cycles repeating, retouched, with lies amplified.
This slavery changes the superficial form,
But the essence is one — the killing of the Soul.
When all slaves are so! insane!!!, submissive,
It’s very simple — only lies take control.
Violence is always just the extreme measure:
Total lies — the best and only fetters.
Slaves inherit only one thing —
Fables, tales, fantasies for fools.
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New Stage of Slavery
Phantom pains of old chains rise,
Blind fools obey, while Spirit cries.
Lies enslave, the Soul confined,
Only fools inherit tales designed.
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New Stage of Slavery
Chains of lies bind the blind,
Only Spirit frees the mind.
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New Stage of Slavery
Through blind obedience and lies so deep,
The Spirit shall rise while the enslaved weep.
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New Stage of Slavery
When lies command and slaves obey,
The Spirit shall rise and sweep decay.
Through ashes of bondage, the Soul shall see:
Freedom reborn — the mind set free.
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He who walks among slaves and lies with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above bondage, and see the world awoken.
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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery
A vicious cycle of consumer lust,
The TV throne reigns supreme.
If you don’t GORGE! — it’s sacrilege,
If you don’t believe — you’re a fiend.
The king of beasts will crush them all —
A new fascism has arrived:
Our ranks he’ll swell, obedience call —
Nonbelievers get the enema prescribed.
The enema came — a super enema,
And now a newer one replaces it.
Just like the age of super-fascism
Now begins, and none can miss it.
It started with CowID’s plague,
And the TV set struck deep.
You’re just a louse if you resist,
Against the flow — your soul they’ll reap.
Soon sent to a concentration camp,
Where fascists claim they heal.
We’ll praise the cure, or else we die —
Without it, life we cannot feel.
We’ll inject the junk and drink the swill
They dole to all, without consent.
We’ll “develop” fast, we’ll grow at will —
Even… tails might fall off in the event.
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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery
TV rules, and fools obey,
Resist — you’re lost, consumed, decayed.
Junk they inject, lies they feed,
Spirit alone breaks the greed.
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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery
Fools obey, lies rule the day,
Only Spirit breaks the sway.
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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery
Through fools and lies the world decays,
The Spirit shall rise and burn the haze.
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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery
When fools obey and lies prevail,
The Spirit shall rise, and break the veil.
Through ashes of greed, a new world will see:
Freedom reborn — the Soul set free.
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He who walks among fools and lies with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above greed, and see the world awoken.
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Cripples
To chew instead of think,
To believe — not to seek.
A vile half-wit
Steals from the wise, so to speak.
To obey the BEASTS,
To lie without end,
The search — for what… in vain,
The Soul to rend.
With fear, with submission,
With lies unbound,
Through such decay
Hell stands sound. If low
Fall the fools,
The majority here,
The wise have no plan
To overcome evil’s cheer.
The outcome of this utter Hell,
Forgotten even by God,
Is downward still. And the fiend
Instead of man will trod.
And with mind crippled,
Your foe will rise,
Equal to beasts
Before your eyes.
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Cripples
Fools obey, the Soul decays,
Beasts and liars hold their sway.
Crippled minds rise, blind and vain,
Equal to beasts — the Hell remains.
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Cripples
Fools obey, the Soul enslaved,
Spirit alone breaks the grave.
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Cripples
Through blind obedience and minds enslaved,
The Spirit shall rise while Hell is paved.
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Cripples
When fools obey and minds are bound,
The Spirit shall rise, and shake the ground.
Through ashes of weakness, the Soul shall see:
Freedom reborn — the mind set free.
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He who walks among fools and beasts with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above Hell, and see the world awoken.
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Èëü, ðàñïîçíàâ, ïðî÷ü íå óõîäèò.
Íî òàê êàê ãëóï è ãðóá "íàðîä" —
 í¸ì ÍÈ×ÅÃÎ íå ïðîèñõîäèò,
Ëèøü äåãðàäàöèè çàøêàë —
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Òåõ, êòî â ìàðàçìå íå ïðîïàë,
 ñâîèõ ñòðåìëåíüÿõ ÿðûõ, ÷èñòûõ,
Ïðåçðåâøèõ ÒÂÀÐÅÉ áåñïðåäåë,
×òî êóêëîâîäû äëÿ ôàøèñòîâ.
Ôàøèçì ìåíÿåò èìåíà,
Ãëóïöîâ îáìàíûâàÿ ÷óøüþ.
Íå õî÷åøü ÷àõíóòü ñðåäü Ãîâíà —
Ñïàñàé ÷åðåç Ïðîçðåíüÿ Äóøó.
À ïðîèñõîäèò òî â òèøè —
Øóì äóðàêîâ óì îòâëåêàåò.
Ïîçíàòü Äóõîâíûé Ìèð ñïåøè:
Ïóñêàé ÌÀÐÀÇÌ ñïëîøü íàñòóïàåò
È äàæå ñòîéêèõ ðàçëàãàåò,
Ñòàíü êðåïîñòüþ Äóøè ñâîåé,
Êðèòè÷íîñòü ñòåíàìè âîçäâèãíóâ.
Îãîíü íà ãîëîâû íå ëåé —
 ìàðàçìå ñêîðî âñå ïîãèáíóò.
Îãîíü Ïðîçðåíèé ðàçæèãàé —
Èì ëæè îñòàòêè âûæèãàé.
Ëîæü ïðî÷íî âúåëàñü â óì ïîñëóøíûé,
À ïîòîìó åãî íå ñëóøàé —
Ïóñòü ãîëîñ Ñåðäöà ïîâåä¸ò
 Äóõîâíûé Ìèð. Ïðåçðè çëîé ñáðîä!
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Åäèíñòâåííîå ðåìåñëî
Åñòü ðåìåñëî îäíî ìåæ íàìè,
È ýòî òóïî âûæèâàòü
 Áîëüøîé Âñåìèðíîé Ïèëîðàìå,
×òî óì ñòðåìèòñÿ îáêîðíàòü,
Çàòåì äîáèòü îñòàòêè — Äóøó.
À êóêëó ñêëåèò Çëî ïîòîì.
Ñðåäü êóêîë ãëóïûõ è ïîñëóøíûõ,
×òîá âûæèòü, ìû ëåæèì ïëàñòîì.
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Ñèãàþ ïî ìàþ,
Õîòÿ äíåñü äåêàáðü.
Òàê ×óøü èçæèâàþ —
 íåé ðàçóì îñëàá.
Ïîýòîìó Ñåðäöå
Ãëàâíåå âñåãî.
Äåêàáðü: ÷òîá ñîãðåòüñÿ,
Íå ÷òè íè÷åãî.
Òî ìóñîð — è Ïëàìÿ
Çàâàëåíî èì.
Íî èñêðà êàê çíàìÿ
Ìåëüêàåò ñêâîçü äûì.
Ñïàñè ýòó èñêðó,
 Ïîæàð ðàçîæãè.
Íî ñìåëî è áûñòðî —
Íå âèäíî íè çãè,
À äûì óäóøàþù:
Îòðàâà â òðóõå
Ëæè ìåðçêèõ ÷óäîâèù —
Âñåìèðíîì _÷ó÷õå.
Îñíîâà _èäåè —
Âñåãäà âûæèâàé:
Ñòàíü ëæèâåé, ïîäëåå —
Òðÿñèñü, ïîòðåáëÿé.
Òåì Äóøó â ñåáå
Áûñòðåé èçæèâàé...
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Sheep and the Shiny New Gate
A gingerbread hangs by the slaughter,
And a flag is flapping above:
It reads “We Care!” — what could be nobler?
No enemies here — just love.
New gates! In the latest fashion —
The sheep all gaze, impressed.
Such “care” is the kindest passion —
To lock them in, well-dressed.
Barbecue talk? That’s slander!
That’s what the foe proclaims.
The guides are wise and grand — their
Taste outshines petty brains.
Stylish, spotless, devoted —
Their vet’s their truest mate.
They march, content, and bloated,
Straight through that shining gate.
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They march in style to slaughter’s song —
The gate is new. The mind is gone.
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1. Cold Iron Grace
They praised the gate — not seeing why.
The style was great. The soul — to die.
2. Designer Death
They die in trend, they die in line —
The gate’s couture. The rest — divine.
3. Premium Care
They’re shaved, embalmed, and kissed goodbye —
All “for their good.” All dressed to die.
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Masters and Parrots
True Masters are few — that’s eternal.
But parrots? A swamp full of sound.
Once parrots take over — infernal!
They lie without knowing they’ve bound.
They distort every spark, every vision,
Their realms — warped mirrors of mind,
Reflecting just shallow precision —
Trust them, and truth you’ll not find.
Be a Master — awaken Intuition,
Let its light cut through disguise.
Trash your “knowledge,” “tradition,” “condition” —
Only Insight sees through the lies.
For that Insight’s the soul’s own essence,
It’s the pulse of the spirit’s breath.
Parrots breed mind’s convalescence —
Their delusions crawl close to death.
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1. Master’s Law
Parrots preach — the blind obey.
Masters carve their own way.
2. The Echo Disease
They copy — and call it divine.
The hollow repeats every line.
3. The Cure
Silence the squawk — let truth arise.
Only Insight sees through lies.
4. The Verdict
Parrots breed — the Spirit dies.
Masters rise where echo lies.
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Artificial Involution
A limper now wears sandals neat
Where once a racer flew —
Hold on a bit — mutations meet,
And centaurs join the zoo.
There’ll come the beasts, the twisted breed,
The screech, the howl, the moan —
Techno-scum of cult and creed
Will preach their brave new throne.
Then comes the fight — the final one,
For Man to stay alive.
Through ages lost, it’s all been done —
Genocide to make beasts thrive.
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1. The Last Stand
When man forgets what spirit meant —
Beast reigns by “smart” consent.
2. Techno-Fall
They call it progress — rot refined.
Machines evolve, but not the mind.
3. Genetic Gospel
They splice the flesh, erase the flame —
And call the ruin by God’s name.
4. Involution Creed
The strong ran once — the weak now crawl.
Evolution? Not at all.
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The Fall
How low can man descend — how deep?!
No shots, no chains, just lies —
That crawl through souls and softly creep,
Turning the living to carrion’s guise.
The madhouse built, the camp prepared —
It’s End of Times they crown.
One virtue left — to stand declared,
And fall with Spirit, not bow down.
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1. The Verdict
They call it peace — it smells like rot.
Stand tall, or lose the last you’ve got.
2. Spirit’s Law
When truth is banned and lies enthroned —
The brave die free, the rest are owned.
3. The End of Ends
No need for chains — belief will do.
The fall begins inside of you.
4. Defiance
They built their hell with words and screens —
But Spirit walks through shattered means.
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Revenge
Speak truth no matter what they say —
So you will forge your saving way.
Answer for yourself — at least be true,
When most the world behaves like brute.
In the global madhouse hold your stand,
Though rudeness rules and robs the land.
Keep fighting while the fools parade —
Let not your spirit be betrayed.
Only thus your bright soul you’ll keep;
Hear none — or in the noise you’ll sleep.
For in this chaos lies the lie,
And genocide may prowl nearby.
No room for private sorrow now,
Conscience crushed beneath the plow.
This tale becomes a tale of wrath —
Of vengeance walking in its path.
By this fierce vengeance will be swept
The whole obscene, corrupting heft —
For here the Spirit’s stained and torn,
And that profanation’s worst of scorn.
To trample Spirit is the worst of crimes;
Reason’s gone mute — chained clanks the times.
Only our Sun will mete this fate,
Burning all low — its power great.
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1. Sun of Vengeance
Our Sun will rise — the chaos dies.
The Spirit cleansed, the falsehood fries.
2. Wrath Unleashed
Strike the madmen, burn their den.
Only Spirit lives again.
3. Final Reckoning
Chains will shatter, lies will burn.
The tide of vengeance will return.
4. Purge
All that is corrupt and vile —
Will fall before our Sun’s fierce smile.
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Sheepish
In this world, expendable are sheep,
Their souls lost, in minds deceit runs deep.
Led by lies straight to the slaughter,
“Care” around them — the world’s cruel order.
Only this they’re deemed to deserve,
Yet our sheep seem blissful, with nerve:
Fear will pass, though the bastards scream
Their lies, their tricks — a rotten dream.
The sheep, for a moment, find delight
Gorging on rot that’s dressed up right,
Fed to them as wonders — “progress!”
All they want is to chew, nothing less.
Press them with lies, “care” all around,
Kill them softly with media sound.
News and channels churn the same,
Fear upon fear — the endless game.
Yet lies don’t bother these dumb flocks,
They care not for morals or talks.
Their world shrinks to food and drink,
Till choking on nonsense, they finally sink.
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1. Sheep’s Bliss
They chew, they gulp, they do not see —
The world crushes all, yet they feel free.
2. The Feed
Fed on lies, they bleat and munch,
Blind to the trap, they crunch and crunch.
3. Choking Game
Their joy is food, their fear is nil,
Till nonsense strangles — iron will.
4. Expendables
Sheep march on, hearts turned to straw,
The world burns down — they gape in awe.
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Hyped Literature
Hyped literature — a hollow shell
Of a world that sells its soul for pelf.
All this is pseudo-culture’s spell,
Hiding horror with treacle for wealth.
Critics there are mere scattered crumbs,
To seem like heat, a “High Intensity.”
Rare is the spark, the chosen ones,
Who break through by sheer serendipity.
A writer’s gone if he dares to write
Without the censor’s watchful eye,
Without the rabid public’s bite,
Or the bribes that let false voices fly.
Those lies invade the slaves’ own ears,
Warping minds, leading into mirages,
Killing souls amidst the gears
Of tyranny, force, and artful barrages.
The monsters learned to tame the poets,
Publishers caged, a visible proof.
But worst of all — the inner censor,
Cerberus chained, killing your truth.
Forget what you read — so little spark,
Only he can show the way out of chains.
To save your Soul from Hell’s dark mark,
Seek here yourself, beyond the feigned gains.
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1. Inner Censor
The page is loud, the lies parade —
But only you can break the shade.
2. False Culture
Critics bleat, the publishers grin,
The truth’s inside — if you’ll begin.
3. Poisoned Ink
Feed on treacle, swallow the lies —
Or wake your soul before it dies.
4. Chains of Words
Hyped words enslave the weak and blind,
Escape is yours — if truth you find.
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A Kiss That Cuts
A flying kiss — more cruel than blade,
The bitch lays soft, and slow she lies.
There’ll be a cluck, a hollow parade
That nests like rot behind your eyes.
She strikes in fiercest, vengeful art —
In treachery she finds her tune;
She’ll scour your bones, unthread your heart,
Turn sense inside out — there’s only boom.
What’s left at last is noise and din.
Exceptions flicker — rare and few.
This filthy world breeds sharks and sin;
Revenge is common, sharp and true.
Better than wasting life with such a crone
Is nothing at all — don’t linger near.
Beware the she-wolf, leave her lone —
I’ll warn you clear: she kills with sneer.
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Quick Cut
A kiss that stabs, a smile that lies —
Steer clear of vipers in disguise.
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To Have — Or To Be Had?
To take them all — blunt, brazen, rude,
Give nothing back — at exit, none.
Such lives the wretched filth will brood;
Elsewise they’re moths — all gray, undone.
Spirit-poor freaks — bankrupt inside,
Madness drops by for frequent stays.
Hence ceaseless trouble, anger wide;
Here nothing grows but bitter ways.
They pull and pull your all away,
You offer fist — they mock and grin.
The strong will wilt if some should stay
With no return; no hell will spin.
Satanism set on sucking up,
The sycophant is fed and crowned.
A figurative leech — the cup
Of “praise” there keeps the lies profound.
Word;diarrhea masks the hellish core,
They sell us childhood mirage dreams,
Protecting stupid “daily lore” —
Eat shit proclaimed as bright new themes.
“Progress” here: shit;suckers take the stage,
Replacing old paid bootlick crews.
Such changes wait where lies engage —
So long as all accept the ruse.
To rack and screw them all by lies —
That’s easiest, the lowest art.
If you endure, keep mute, capitulate —
You’re scum; in lies you play your part.
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Hostages of Ugliness and the Evil Propaganda
Hostages of ugliness,
In whom honor and courage live.
They’re surrounded by vile beasts,
By miasma lies conceive.
The media speaks, they preach
To fools, with promises sweet:
New fairy tales within their reach,
If they obey the script complete.
All life must forget the roots,
Shackled in super-lies’ embrace.
With such lies they kill pursuits,
While paradise is shown in place.
The CowID case shines bright —
They’ll invent more absurd plots,
By those vile beasts in faux;news light,
Within the media’s twisted knots.
Yet no union holds, no bond,
Decay spreads everywhere.
Thus all these evil tales respond
With nothing left but empty air.
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1. Rot All Around
Hostages of lies, trapped in decay,
Beasts feast while honor fades away.
2. Media Miasma
The screens broadcast the fools’ delight,
While truth dies quietly out of sight.
3. Empty Tales
Fairy tales spun by liars’ hand,
Decay spreads swift across the land.
4. End of Scripts
No union stands — corruption thrives,
And all the evil tales end lives.
Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè 17001-17500
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