135 poems

The Lifting Power of Talent

Create your own power — the force of ascent,
For no one but you will believe in that flight.
In the madhouse of fools every genius is spent,
And the crowd drives him early to burial night.

Be your critic and sponsor, or sink in the mess
Of the false and the petty, of lowly acclaim.
To succeed in the crowd is a form of distress —
For the mob eats up filth and calls glory by name.

Only Flight has true value. "Success" and "esteem" —
Are of devilish dust, the reward of decay.
Do not sell out your soul for a marketing dream —
Talent’s cheap, and the buyer won’t bother to pay.

No excuses or moaning — the world’s full of fiends.
Be as stubborn as Hell in this madhouse of lies.
Shun the chants of the herd and their mind-numbing creeds —
They are half-men at best, in a beastly disguise.

To draw close to mankind is a perilous road —
Man’s long turned to a brute, though he fancies he’s grand.
In the thoughts of the herd, dull illusions explode —
Their “giants” are chained by falsehood’s command.

To stay pure from the lie — you must walk all alone,
With defiance and faith, scorning crowds that betray.
Only thus can you build what is bright, what is grown
For the Spirit — not slaves, not the beasts of decay.



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Be your wings — not their chain,
Rise through madness and shame!
Crowds devour what’s slain —
Let your Spirit inflame!



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To hell with their fame — it’s a coffin of clay!
The herd loves decay — let them rot as they may.
Stand alone — like a storm, not a whore for their pay.
True talent ascends — all the rest just obey.



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Rise — or rot with the herd.
Spirit bows to no word.



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I

“I” — like a compass leg,
Dry as splintered wood.
Words turn vague and vague —
Nothing clear or good.

Narrow world — the ego’s blight,
Bottom of the bin.
Trash and terror, filth and spite —
That’s where lies begin.

Lies of scum and coward breed,
Fear and madness reign.
Nothing subtle — just their greed,
And the stench of brain.

Spirit’s calling — dive within,
Drive the dark away.
Hell’s eclipse and shameful din —
Cast them out today.

Trust your inner flame to steer,
Not the fool’s parade.
Tradition’s voice is loud — but hear:
It’s the voice of shade.

Kill the ego — rise anew,
Pure as Spirit’s breath.
Cast the devils out of view,
Out of Hell and death.

Throw that filth where it belongs,
Wake and never cease!
Be relentless, fierce and strong —
Spirit is your peace.



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1.
Kill the “I” — it’s just a lie.
Only Spirit learns to fly.

2.
Burn the shadow — tear the veil.
Spirit wins — the flesh will fail.

3.
No “I”, no hell —
The Spirit dwells.



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Poison and Slaughter

Rotten seeds —
Sickly shoots.
Feral deeds —
Rotten roots.

Poison spreads,
Battles blaze.
Power treads —
Death obeys.

Freaks will pay,
Their coin — disgrace:
Fear and greed,
Betrayal’s face.

Lies as fertilizer grow,
Watered well by dread.
Only scorn they’re fit to know —
Vermin, half-dead.

Slaughter’s coming,
Vast and grim.
Beasts, still drumming
Their fascist hymn,

Shall be swallowed
By their sin.
If the Devil’s god they follow —
Let the void take them in.



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1.
Let the poisoned breed decay —
Rot is all they’ve learned to pray.
When the Devil’s god is crowned —
Let the worms devour the ground.

2.
Drink your poison, praise your king —
Hell will crown you for that thing.
Truth will burn your paper god —
Justice falls — a fiery rod.

3.
Rot breeds rot — no grace, no dawn.
When lies are gods — all souls are gone.



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Media and Vermin

“Blah-blah-blah!” and “Hee-hee-hoo!” —
Media spew their slime and lies.
Nightmare’s real — though I pull through,
Wide awake beneath their guise.

How long can they shear the sheep,
Scare and drive them to their doom?
How much longer must they keep
Killing minds in newsrooms’ gloom?

Honor, thought — all sold and cursed,
Souls of fools are cheap as clay.
Nature’s wrath will quench that thirst —
Break the chains and burn decay.

Sun will scorch this madhouse Earth,
Worldwide lunacy will fall.
They won’t turn all men to dearth —
Years remain — that’s nearly all.

Who needs cunning, crawling swine?
Trash like that — straight down to Hell.
Rotten media still opine,
Spewing filth they’d love to sell.

Like a freakshow’s last display,
They’re disgrace and rotten shame.
This mad world will rot away —
Drowned in gossip’s stinking flame.



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1.
Truth will burn their poisoned feed —
Nature comes to cleanse their breed.
When the Sun ignites their lie,
Let the swarm of vermin die.

2.
Blah and buzz — their holy creed,
Lies and fear — the news they breed.
When their echo starts to fade —
Silence laughs at what they made.

3.
When lies are loud — the Spirit’s near.
The end of noise is crystal clear.



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Lose!

"Following the teaching, they gain day by day. Following the Way, they lose day by day."
— Laozi, Tao Te Ching, 5th century BCE


Follow the Way — they lose.
What’s lost? Mere trash.
This is how the Soul’s rescued:
The market’s open, souls fall fast.

General trends on the exchange —
Now their value’s low and thin.
Under global fascism’s reign,
The world sinks deeper within.

Hell’s floor has burst wide open —
A new inferno comes to light.
Where there was crap — now a stinking heap,
A monster dwells where fools took flight.

Tao forgotten, “science” rules,
The pitiful world jerks along.
Lies abound, the bastards gave
The fools a vow to do wrong:

To erase the Spirit, aiding
Us to step into the next ring.
Those circles of Hell coil downward,
Spiraling deep, the void to bring.

To reach the very, very BOTTOM,
Not much time remains. Push forth!
Spreading lies of CowID’s plague,
Falsehoods waste the Earth, henceforth.

Wars, dementia, and famine
Will finish the path beyond the edge.
If you’re brainwashed by fake science,
You’re a stinking fool on the ledge.



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Follow the Way — and lose your soul,
The market’s Hell devours the whole.
Lies and plague will pave the path,
Fools reap the Devil’s aftermath.



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Lose the Way — keep nothing true.
Spirit stands — the fools fall through.



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Spells of Lies

Ritual phrases —
Spells of lies —
Scarier than gas,
Because they’re mirages.

Not entirely —
The relativity
Of all these illusions
Shows new-fascist velocity:
CowID, war — strike swiftly.

With lies everywhere —
Scarier than any shell.
Inhuman faces rule,
Hell-born, the media dwell.

Well-structured,
Flooded with money and power.
If the mind is castrated,
Souls rot by the hour.

Then the brazen nonsense
Can finish the insane world.
Ignore these bastards
If you wish to live.

Ritual phrases
Drown you from childhood.
No plague more dreadful —
Guard yourself, guard your soul.



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Spells of lies have drowned the mind,
Scorching truth for all mankind.
Ignore the bastards, guard your soul,
Resist their plague — reclaim control.



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Lies drown minds — stand fierce, stand free.
Guard your soul — resist, be thee.



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The Wisdom of the Body

The best cure for weary bones
Is steady, life-giving run.
This legacy no drink dethrones,
Even if snow dusts the whiskey sun.

But first you must lay the base
For endurance — year by year.
That means in youth you start the race,
Prolong the stride, make it clear.

Then it will be easy to sustain,
For the flywheel keeps its pace.
Caution matters, even in the train,
Do not ignore the body’s grace.

Humans seldom heed their signs —
Running teaches that, don’t shirk.
Overload in stride undermines,
Foolishness hides in every quirk.

Make your run a wave of flow —
Peaks and troughs will follow through.
Body’s wisdom knows this, though,
And less the head’s deceitful view.

If reason follows rigid molds,
Most minds are lunacy confined.
Patterns handed down by darkness hold
The foolishness that chains the mind.

Body’s wisdom awakens intuition —
No longer running, now you soar!
Elevate it into tradition —
Super-yoga, running at the core.

Who you were will melt away,
Spiritual rights will take the stage.
Let running stretch year by year each day —
And cleanse the mind from age to age.



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Run with body, not with mind,
Let intuition lead, not bind.
Years will forge your spirit free,
And clear your head for all to see.



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Run with body, let the mind rest.
Spirit flies where the heart is blessed.



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Marathon

No more than ten at once,
No more than thirty a week —
Doctors warned: “Or else, you’ll drop!”
Foolish words from mouths that leak.

They know not the power inside,
Vast forces you can command.
To hell with them! I am my guide —
No need for Europe’s hand.

Nor “worlds” afar. I ran the marathon
At middle pace — enough to see:
When fools don’t babble in your dawn,
All roads are open to be free.

I ran with “Soyuz” — giving bribes
To trainers, docs, just to compete.
Without ECG on site, no strides,
They’d block the start, strict as elite.

Run light, always — the mind revives!
Don’t follow blindly — seek your way.
Not the world around, but Bedlam thrives —
Believe it — song is done, decay.

Trust not! The incorrupt are rare.
The goal unseen — still the path is long.
Keep moving forward, run if you dare,
The way itself makes your spirit strong.

Move on — or better, run!
Both literal and metaphorical flight.
Honor, Spirit, Mind — guard as one,
Else all will fall to fatal night.



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Run your path, the world be damned,
Honor, Spirit, Mind in hand.
Seek your way, both near and far,
Let nothing break who you truly are.



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Run your course — guard Spirit, Mind, and Soul.
Stay your path — let nothing steal your goal.



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Lies

Switching meanings,
Total lies.
In this madhouse,
The false multiplies.

You can herd the fools
To slaughter’s gate.
Traitors in the madhouse —
The bosses dictate.

To all these monsters,
Eating their own kin —
This is Hell of lunatics —
Total Hell within.



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Lies reign here, fools march to slaughter,
Traitors rule — the madhouse’s quarter.
Monsters feast on their own kin,
Hell’s full swing — the chaos within.



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Lies rule, fools march, Hell thrives within.
Stand free — resist the chaos, resist the sin.



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Descent into Hell

Fools and monsters, traitors, beasts,
Madmen countless, the world’s at feast.
This realm is ready to descend,
To Hell — forever, without end.

Darkness’ plan unfolds today,
Stupidity mows the human clay.
They ask for food, a devil’s show,
Little differs, the stench will grow.

Resign — and you’ll join their ranks,
Despairing mouths, the devil’s pranks.
The “cauldrons” boil, unclean throng,
A hellish feast — they all belong.

Be a human of honor — rise,
Reject the madness, lift your eyes.
Fight, seek answers deep inside:
The world of lies is amplified.

In Hell, only Spirit’s might
Guides, protects, and brings the light.
A monster dies a dung-fly’s death,
And with him perishes the idiot’s breath.



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Fools and monsters march to Hell,
The mad world falls beneath their spell.
Stand with Spirit — fight, don’t yield,
Truth alone will guard the field.



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Fools descend — the mad world roars.
Stand with Spirit — Hell ignores.



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Guarding Lies

YouTube stands as guard —
A media of lies,
Dumbing down, and even
Genocide in disguise.

Fools’ illusions, bastards’ lies
Climb swiftly to the top,
While poets, critics, composers,
Analysts sink — they drop.

No chance to gain exposure there,
But millions of views feed
Something stupid… not a joke —
An idiot’s hunger, an endless need.

Bots slash comments,
Likes vanish, counters dive.
Only fools have their place here,
For lunatics alone to thrive.

The tedious, wretched, and numb
Face no censorship, yet CowID
Is guarded by the strictest watch.
A dump of shame and sordid pride.



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YouTube guards the lies that breed,
Fools on top, the worthy bleed.
Bots slash, views feed idiocy,
A dump of shame for all to see.



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Fools rise, truth falls — the feed is blind.
Stand free, resist the fools’ design.



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CowID Fascism

CowID fascism punished
The world for blind obedience.
Treachery there spreads like plague,
Ugliness grows in sequence.

This is dulling: idiots
Sprout like weeds in fields of scum.
All misfortunes here exist
Because fools believe, and bastards drum.

And lies, they lie so boldly,
Propaganda rules the land.
These fiends are hardly easy-going —
They tighten grip with cunning hand.

Aiding them, vile “science”
Studies weakness to exploit.
Through that gap, these cursed swine
Deliver nonsense, void of thought.

The world sank deep from this foul lie —
First “AIDS,” then CowID.
“Ah, tricking me is simple,”
If Spirit dies and Mind sleeps free.

Murder of Spirit, numbing minds —
All goals of Satan here.
Decomposition reaches limit —
No man, no land appears.

Everything’s fake. Only the few,
Spirited and wise, perish today
Like oil-stained birds in sorrow.
This is the world… No, Hell! Here it lays!



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CowID reigns, the fools obey,
Spirit slain, truth swept away.
Only the few, brave and wise,
See Hell reflected in their eyes.



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CowID rules — the fools comply.
Spirit dies, yet truth won’t die.



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Dead Horses

On a cliff, not over a chasm,
And mixed with shit you lie.
Bound also by your cowardice,
In the stockade of yourself, you die.

The air is poisoned here.
You’ve vanished long ago.
No choice remains at all:
Shit or dung to show.

Only such a choice exists
In the madhouse of fools.
Chains of one kind or another,
Or just new forms of rules.

No song will ever reach your ears,
Not even five steps away.
This is how it all has turned —
Almost no foes, yet dismay.

Enemies aren’t needed here —
Biomass will sweep it all.
No place for private drama —
No one waits, the curtain’s fall.

No need to fear the end,
When the world approaches its doom.
God is gone here already —
Only devils fill the room.

And saying “no!” to the vow
To serve beings not of man,
Leaves nothing left at all —
Decay, darkness, void, and ban.

Even fatigue disappears,
And fear’s torment melts away.



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On poisoned cliffs, you fade away,
No God, no friends, just Hell’s array.
Chains bind the fool, the devils play,
Decay and void consume the day.



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No God, no hope — just devils’ sway.
Chains of fools will drag you away.



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Bastard Circus

The bastard circus has no end —
Its goal: to kill God’s spark inside,
Turn humanness to beasts again,
Make slavery the nation’s pride.

The realm is ruled by soulless swine,
Cops, “doctors,” clerks — corrupt parade,
Fascism’s spawn, by dark design,
No longer men — the beasts they’ve made.

Total lies and madness reign,
We’ve sunk below the pit of Hell.
No turning back — decay remains,
While idiots chant what demons sell:

“All’s for the best!” — the same old rot.
Better to die than live enslaved.
This camp of Hell remembers not
The souls its barking fascists craved.



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Bastard circus rules the land,
God’s spark crushed by tyrant hand.
Beasts in charge, the madness thrives,
Better to die than live their lies.



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God’s spark dies — beasts take the crown.
Better to fall than live bowed down.



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Non;Human

The structure of the non;human’s plain —
It’s always shaped like a pyramid.
There’ve long been places where the stain
Of carrion and rot are hid.

They’re counsellors in every court —
The spawn of grey;robed cardinals.
They don’t lust only for the sport;
They steer the jackals, pull the strings.

Those jackals dance the ruling waltz
To orders whispered by the throne.
And so each jackal learns by pulse
He wasn’t raised — but cranked and shown.

By hands of filthy non;human power
They’re pushed up, sold, and fed on lies;
There’s mountains of kompromat sour —
All sins and faults to compromise.

Only the non;human selects
By secret services the kind
Whose conscience never intervenes —
A caucus of the rotten mind.

From childhood they will sift and find
Those born to fit that slavish mold,
Then bankroll them to nest and bind
Their poison in the halls of gold.

Everywhere sits offspring foul —
No conscience, honor, wit, or sense.
They treat the crowd as pasture ground,
A herd for their indifference.

Long since a hunt was set for them —
For wholesale cull and eradication.
The puke of non;humans craves more power,
To tighten rule and domination.

A fake virus was dreamed and made
To cull the flock, to shrink the herds;
A jab to kill with silent blade —
Just what these rotten ones preferred.

What we must do is drive away
The bastards who have made this Hell.
Or Reason dies — the world will stay
A loathsome zoo where nightmares dwell.



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Field of "Wonders" in the Land of Fools

They raise us like vegetables, fertilize with shit,
We wait for help in vain — we rot instead of bloom.
No longer garden-stock, but GMO’d and split,
And where our blood should run, there’s dung that feeds the gloom.

A tractor thins the rows — the sowing’s far too great,
So many reasons why the cull must find its place.
The old good crops are useless now for this new state;
They’re no use in building up the country’s poisoned face.

The land is called a “Cloaca of Death,” a name
That answers only to the devils’ barking call.
Those devils staged a masquerade — the crops all bleat the same,
The fascist creep rejoices as the herd obeys his thrall.

Thus “vegetable ; sheep” becomes the fake evolution’s law;
A resolution passed — the plan is marked complete:
To drag all life down to the filth, to trample, cull and maw,
Don’t wait for rescue to arrive — it will not save your street.

Like Cipollino, rise — get up, and make a stand:
Drive foul non;humans off with brooms and sweep them from the land.



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Fools

So many fools exist in the world,
So few remain of rational mind.
Therefore you are here, responsible
For foiling all their schemes unkind.

These schemes are crafted by the Fiend
Who’s ruled the Earth for ages long.
The world has turned a zoo indeed:
No humans here — just filth among.

They bow to all commands, obedient
To any brazen, vile miscreant.
It’s come to wholesale extermination
By hands of treacherous medic agents.

There’s other weapons too —
Chemtrails and poisons masked as “cleansing.”
They won’t leave you be,
While a fascist fiend keeps reigning.

For instance, Kazakhs are slain
By planes as though in wartime fight.
All fueled by fears contrived and vain,
Triple-grown by lies’ bold blight.

Chemical arms are used everywhere,
Some sparse, some fully stocked.
Yet fools believe the gossip bare,
Of falsehoods far too widely mocked.

No remaining sane can break
Through to these fools who speed to death
In dementia’s final historical wake,
Breath by breath, last gasp, last breath.

But when the few remain —
Rational and honest souls —
Hell will unfold in this world’s domain
Far worse than what now patrols.

Yet Spirit brings redemption still,
Defying all the devils’ schemes.
The dung-flies vanish, against their will,
And with them fades this Bedlam’s dreams.



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Non-Human

There’s but one question, one cruel plight,
From which no human can escape.
It’s filthy non-human’s genocidal might,
A scheme through centuries shaped to rape.

Extermination grows through dulling thought,
And lies as vast as Everest above.
The non-human corrupts each soul they’ve sought —
Worse than death, disgrace their cross thereof.

False science chants the world is mere matter,
Training foulness from a child’s first day,
To keep you in kitchens, barracks, beds —
A resident of a wretched burrow, they say.

Yet humans were given not the burrow,
But a world once tender, calm, and fair.
The filthy non-human found a way to sour
Man into a madman, trapped in despair.

Fear’s amplification forms the base,
Artificial calamities compound the dread.
This scheme repeats, leaving its trace
Of fatal scars on every mind it’s fed.

Poison is spread with cunning art —
Tiny doses lurking everywhere.
Food itself is laced, a vile part,
Claiming care for harvest while poisoning the air.

The only remedy is restoring balance,
Where Spirit rules as master of life.
This sparks a rebirth of human essence,
Tearing men free from dull, servile strife.

Besides, we must build our worlds in spite
Of all the filth and vile decay.
Let new seeds of goodness grow like crystal light,
Spreading honor, kindness day by day.

Fair exchange becomes the cornerstone,
Where man is sovereign, not enslaved.
And panic cannot reign alone,
For minimal needs keep life well;paved.

Slavery rests upon the weight of fear.
The Earth is generous — it feeds them all.
With sufficiency, vulgarity disappears,
No power to oppress the free, the whole.

Autonomy becomes the foundation,
A method to rob the vile of their feed.
A triumph for free men across the nation,
A bloodless way to curb the non-human breed.

Communities we must establish strong —
A bastion for lives lived free and clear.
There are no nobler ways that last long —
Only this bloodless revolution brings us near.



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Total Lie

Numbed by total lying, drugged,
Frightened by the very same,
Stinks with falsehood through the heart—
Mind and Spirit meet their flame.

Zombies end — the fools remain,
Madness grows, the Evil thrives;
Once the fool just chomped and slept,
Now he acts with spiteful drives.

The non;human pulls the strings,
Drives him to the slaughtered way;
Yet in dreams he runs command —
“Life’s” illusion rules his day.

Under guise of “better living,”
“Caring” for the health, he dies;
All the slugs crawl to the cross—
Poison waits in pious lies.

They’ll contrive a little war —
Propagandists will plant the need;
When the Spirit’s killed and Reason gone,
The madhouse follows every creed.

They’ll orchestrate the hunger too;
They breed their bugs while sunburns flare —
The Sun itself, in furious light,
Will be the one to strip the snare.

It burns the madhouse; out of ash
A different, holy world may rise.
But while the wretches shove the lies,
They shoot the zombies like in prize.

Not long will cuckoos guard this nest:
Scum, fiends, and brutes will be undone —
Like lice they’ll be consumed and crushed,
Their time of reckoning begun.



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Debiloid Shooting Range

Cognitive dissonance, Stockholm’s chain —
The ruling chords of many minds.
So new;fangled fascism turns the brain
Of countless crowds to brainless kinds.

First frighten them, then smear and lie —
“Be saved,” the filthous clams proclaim.
The duped don’t care for shame or why —
Their honor, conscience burned by flame.

Soon this nonsense wears the guise of norm,
Not only Russia — the whole world’s tied.
Fascists, drunk on falsehoods, swell the storm:
This isn’t life — it’s a moron’s ride.

In such a world a fake virus, war
Are easy: most are bought and sold.
One aim remains — to kill the soul,
And crown this Evil’s triumph bold.



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Enemies All Around!

Without a face for the foe,
The moronic crowd just rots.
The obedient idiot stands ready to go,
At the call of warlike shots.

The fool will be found in turn,
While the image is forged by a filthy brute,
Who kills with lies, makes the masses burn,
Yet the “patriot” swallows the fruit.

Year after year repeats the scene:
The non-human “people” obey,
This rabble, leashed by lies so mean,
Two-thirds of them already prey.

A cesspool mass of filth and slime,
The whole debile world decays:
Rotten, dull, impoverished in time,
A sickened herd through endless days.



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Goebbels Turns in His Grave

Goebbels’ propaganda —
A phase long past and done;
New fascist scum arise,
Worse than any tyrant’s run.

They rule again with lies,
Only now the falsehood’s total.
They poison all with brazen guise,
Slowly, fully, nothing moral.

Poisons mixed with shameless lies
Make fools of all who breathe.
Folly snuffs the God;spark’s rise,
Stronger than any chain or wreath.

Poisons in water, in food —
GMO, preservative, DDT.
We’ve hit the bottom, crude,
Strikes the brain like T;T.

Then only living corpses roam
Across the lands of Earth.
All are now too dumb to know
The lies that mock their worth.

Another brazen, filthy lie
Will soon lay Earth beneath the knife.
New scum weapons multiply:
Fake tests, injections, poison rife.

5G kills the strong as well,
Chemtrails crown the full assault.
All this is the end;game spell
Of devils’ war without halt.

A war to wipe the wise away,
To end the remnants of the sane.
Only their union might delay
The grip of this infernal chain.

Yet none can see it here —
Each burrows like a mole.
Let shame descend upon their cheer,
When they’re swept from the role.

A final one remains, at last,
But hope is real, and strong:
To fan the Fire of the Sun so vast,
And burn the shame that’s ruled too long.



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To the Fighter for Freedom

You boil inside the madness of old fascist schemes,
It’s not mere sarcasm — there’s nothing left to theme.
Love and friendship’s topics now sound absurd in Hell,
When all here serve the Devil and his hollow spell.

For centuries the work went on — the madness grew,
To mold you into idiothood: the devils’ brew.
“Progress” in false books looks rosy, bright, and neat,
But chains have only tightened — pressure on repeat.

This place unfolds like nightmare: crueler every day,
All moves made on wicked orders, plotted in the gray.
It’ll only get much worse if this keeps on its track —
For here they want no human, only cowed and dumbed;back.

Yet Hell’s designs have cracks: you cannot make each snake;
Some hearts will give resistance — the devils’ plans will break.
The final script might call the Fire down on this disgrace,
To burn the things profane and leave the faithful safe.

That Fire will spare the brave who kept their honor whole,
Who kept their dignity, their Spirit and their soul.
So fight as long as you can — cast fear and sorrow out,
And you will break the slavery, scatter all the devils’ doubt.



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Fight, resist, let fear be crushed,
Drive out despair, let Spirit rush!
Break the chains, destroy the night,
Shatter devils, bring the Light!



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Rage and rise, let tyrants burn,
Their lies and chains will crash and turn!
No slave remains, no demon thrives,
The Spirit strikes — the True survives!



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Rise, warrior, in the face of lies,
Smash the chains that bind the wise!
Drive out despair, let courage roar,
Crush the devils, burn their core!

Slaves no more, the tyrants fall,
Their falsehoods shattered, end of thrall.
Spirit stands where darkness cowers,
One Light remains — eternal powers!



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Strike, rebel, strike — no chains remain!
Tear down the lies, let fury reign!
Demons crawl, their power fails,
The Spirit roars, the Falsehood pales!

Burn their thrones, their puppets fall,
Crush every curse, destroy it all!
No compromise, no coward’s way,
One Light survives — and wins the day!



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Smash the chains, burn the lies!
Spirit stands — the Falsehood dies!

---

Rise, resist, the tyrants fall!
Spirit fierce — outlasts them all!

---

Crush the fraud, break every chain!
Light within — survives the pain!

---

No more lies, no slavish fear!
Only the Spirit reigns here!

---

Fools obey — let them rot!
Spirit laughs — the liars’ plot.

---

Choke on lies, you pitiful herd!
Truth ignites — ignore the absurd.

---

Slaves of fraud, your end is near!
Spirit mocks your slavish fear.

---

Fools and drones, your time is done!
Spirit rises — lies come undone.

---

Rot in falsehood, you blind herd!
Truth cuts deep, ignore the absurd.

---

Slaves of filth, your doom is nigh!
Spirit laughs — see your lies die.

---

Clutching fraud, you stagger blind!
Only Spirit frees the mind.

---

Pitiful fools, your chains will break!
Spirit shouts — awake, awake!



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Foe Around!

Without an image of the foe,
The mindless crowd just rots and slow.
Obedient idiot, ever keen,
For battle’s horn, for martial scene.

A fool will find you, mark the score,
While sold-out scum create the lore.
They kill with lies, yet “patriot” believes,
And so the years roll, deceits like thieves.

The scum obey all vile commands,
Two-thirds are beasts in human bands.
A nauseous heap, the world has grown —
Rotten, dumb, pitiful, overblown.



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Foe Around!

Beasts obey, the fools all kneel,
Rot and filth is all you feel.
Two-thirds are scum, the world decayed —
Dumb and rotten, blindly swayed.



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Enemies All Around!

No enemy? The fools will rot,
Blindly follow, mind forgot.
A sellout makes the image clear —
Lie kills all, the “patriot” cheers.

Year by year, the mob obeys,
Two-thirds are beasts in rotten haze.
The world’s a dump of filth and scorn,
Stupid, vile, decayed, forlorn!



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Enemies All Around!

No enemy — fools will rot,
Two-thirds are beasts, the world forgot.
Stupid, vile, decayed, forlorn —
Rise, or drown in this world’s scorn!



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Fools swarm, the world’s a pit,
Rise or die — the scum won’t quit!

---

Fools parade, the herd decays,
Scum in power, the world ablaze!

---

The blind obey, the liars rule,
Insanity enslaves the fool.

---

Scum thrives, the meek shall fall,
Rise, or perish — heed the call!

---

Bastards reign, the herd decays,
Burn the lies, end their days!

---

Scum rules — choke on their greed,
Fight, or fall beneath their deed!

---

Fools obey, demons feast,
Rise, revolt — or be deceased!

---

Scum and fools, the world’s decayed,
Spirit crushed, in lies arrayed!

---

Lies and vermin, tyrants reign,
Fight or rot in endless pain!

---

Corruption spreads, the herd’s enslaved,
Wake, revolt — or be depraved!

---

Bastards reign, the herd decays,
Burn the lies, end their days!

---

Scum rules — choke on their greed,
Fight, or fall beneath their deed!

---

Fools obey, demons feast,
Rise, revolt — or be deceased!

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Rise! Strike! Break the chain!
Scum falls — freedom reigns!

---

Lies burn! Demons fall!
Stand tall — crush them all!

---

Fools rot! Scum dies!
Spirit strong — truth flies!

---

Crush the lies! Burn the chains!
Freedom roars — no more pains!

---

Foul scum falls! Spirit fights!
Rise, resist — reclaim the rights!

---

Strike the dark! Light will blaze!
Truth will cut through all the haze!

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No more fools! No more scum!
Fight with fire — here they come!

---

Chains will break! Lies will die!
Raise your soul — reach the sky!



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1.
Smash the lies!
Break the chains!
Spirit rises —
Hell drains!

2.
Scum will fall!
Truth will strike!
Raise your blade —
Spirits hike!

3.
No more slaves!
No more fear!
Fire your soul —
The end is near!

4.
Chains are dust!
Lies decay!
Strike with power —
Blaze your way!

5.
Fools will choke!
Devils burn!
Stand your ground —
Let them learn!

6.
Darkness dies!
Light ignites!
Rise and fight —
Claim your rights!

7.
Break the mold!
Shatter the lies!
Spirit’s fire
Never dies!

8.
Scum be gone!
Truth prevails!
Strike them down —
No one wails!

9.
Hell will quake!
Chains will snap!
Raise your fist —
Close the trap!

10.
Fight the rot!
Burn the greed!
Soul ascends —
Take the lead!



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1.
Scum, beware!
Truth’s unleashed!
Hell itself
Will be released!

2.
Chains of lies
Shatter now!
Raise your spirit —
Take your vow!

3.
Fools beware!
Devils quake!
Strike with fire —
No more fake!

4.
Break the mold!
Scum be gone!
Soul ablaze —
Light the dawn!

5.
Rot will fall!
Fear decays!
Stand your ground —
Blaze your ways!

6.
Hell is near,
Chains are tight!
Spirit rises —
Strike the night!

7.
Liars burn!
Scum will choke!
Raise your sword —
Strike the joke!

8.
Power calls!
Truth ignites!
Fools will stumble —
Hell’s delights!

9.
Break the lies!
Smash the scum!
Spirit fights —
Be the drum!

10.
No more slaves!
No more fear!
Blaze your path —
The end is near!

11.
Darkness dies!
Chains collapse!
Strike with rage —
Close the gaps!

12.
Fools be crushed!
Scum be torn!
Soul unleashed —
New world born!

13.
Hell will quake!
Lies will burn!
Raise your fist —
Let them learn!

14.
Chains break down!
Fools retreat!
Soul ascends —
Victory sweet!

15.
Fight the rot!
Burn the greed!
Soul survives —
Take the lead!



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Scum dies!

Lies burn!

Soul strikes!

Fear breaks!

Hell wakes!

Chains snap!

Fools fall!

Truth roars!

Darkness bleeds!

Devils choke!

Power rises!

Scum flees!

Fire strikes!

Spirit fights!

Lies crumble!

Rot ends!

Chains crush!

Soul soars!

Fools scream!

Light shreds!

Evil falls!

Rage drives!

Truth reigns!

Hell burns!

Freedom lives!



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TV Tales for Grown-Ups

Are the fairy tales meant just for children? —
No, for grown-ups they’re needed far more!
Without myths, you might suddenly witness
What you’d rather stay blind to — for sure.

So enjoy your ostrich existence,
Head in sand on your sorrowful way,
To the point of eternal non-distance,
Where there’s nothing to save or replay.

Human traces still cling — just a token,
But they’ll fade, as the screen softly sighs:
“Half my kingdom — in beer, unspoken —
For a steely horse of televised lies.”



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TV Gospel

Fairy tales for the grown and hollow —
Drink, obey, and watch the glow.
Steel your heart, but soft and shallow —
Screens decide where souls shall go.



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The Broadcast Spell

You begged for truth — they sold you fiction.
You kissed the screen, and called it real.
Now march in perfect contradiction —
A slave who prays before the reel.



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The Inner Broadcast
(A revelation in three waves)

Epigraph:
When the last screen shatters, the first light begins.

I. Screenfaith
You sold your soul for clearer vision —
And called the cage a television.
You bowed before the shining lie,
Mistaking glare for open sky.

II. Lightbreak
I smashed the screen — the glare was hollow,
And Truth’s raw sun dared me to follow.
Its blinding touch stripped off disguise —
And burned the film across my eyes.

III. The Rising
No more reflection, no illusion —
The flame within burns through confusion.
The Light remembers — I am It,
And silence hums where lies once split.

A journey through deception to the origin of sight —
where the Seer and the Seen unite.



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“Art”

Madness — the greater part of art,
And in a world insane at heart,
Survives but that which flatters sense —
The idiot’s feast, the mind’s offence.

The fools are stamped like goods in line,
Art serves as pain’s cheap anaesth’ sine —
A jukebox blaring, bright and dumb,
To keep the carving process fun.

The roots forgotten — hence the craze.
The Source is Spirit — there it stays.
Drink only there — and you’ll create
Beyond this world’s degenerate state.



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Art’s Fury

Madness rules, the fools applaud,
Only Spirit dares defy the fraud.



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Art Reclaimed

Madness reigns, the idiots cheer,
Their hollow claps we need not hear.
In Spirit only find your flame —
And carve the world without their shame.



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Direct Insight

New knowledge doesn’t come from logic alone —
Intuition guides us through the unknown.
Direct Insight lies at Consciousness’ core,
Hidden by “science” from fools evermore.

It’s not mere facts that matter in learning —
Only the method for true knowing, discerning.
But then slavery ends, so the fools must be fed,
Straight from school, to obey as they’re led.

Thus lies prevail, a total haze,
Shuffling cheats through deadened ways.
This haze bursts forth into blazing fright —
Brazen falsehood makes fascists smite.

Trust nothing blind, discover the ways yourself,
Or rot as a fool on the World’s vast shelf.
Be both critic and seeker, fill up with Light,
Only with Light can you walk through Hell’s night.



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Insight Strike

Trust nothing, think yourself, ignite your mind —
Only with Light can Hell be left behind.



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Awakening Flame

Fools obey, the world decays,
Blindly shackled, lost in haze.
Rise with Light — defy the lie,
Or rot unseen while Hell draws nigh.



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Only the Light dares walk where fools are chained.



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A World as Farce

Precision arms and a dimwitted, slavish land,
Everywhere fictions spun by careless hand.
They’ve turned the world into a shooting range,
Where lies and games are fully in exchange.

Total deceit and endless despair —
Slavery, stupidity, and Evil everywhere.
Few escape the “greeting” of this cursed crew,
But some just lucked out, the rare and true.

Yet luck is engineered, ignorance enforced,
By vile fools whose malice runs the course.
Spirit is scarce, while fake faiths and lies
Chain all, and foul science multiplies.

The obedient worm, the traitor bold,
The world to the wise — a farce to behold.
Let’s die of laughter, let sarcasm bite,
This world, a farce, a vile mockery, a blight.



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Farceworld

The fools parade, the traitors grin —
A world of lies, where none can win.



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The Farce of Worlds

Slaves stumble, fools laugh loud,
Traitors boast, the meek bowed.
A cursed stage, a mocking crowd,
Where Truth is drowned, and Shame’s avowed.



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Souls in the Asylum

Mix the filth with fear and CowID,
“SPIN” as bait — the old disease.
Rotten pests invent deceit,
Fake troubles spawn with casual ease.

Lie after lie, phony plight,
Wars will finish what they start.
The whole world’s population now
Resides inside the Asylum’s heart.

This pitiful, GLOBAL farce
Endures all nastiness with glee.
The world long rotted at the top —
For fascists, joy runs free.

Two-thirds are fools, and many more
Schizo minds abound as well.
Propaganda stings will take
More lives than wars could ever tell.

Idiots join the traitors’ brood,
Now everywhere like Mamai’s horde,
Drowning truth in blatant lies,
While sighing, “Care” is our reward.

So forward, all you Asylum souls!
Destroy not in malice, but with care —
For even fools, with loving hearts,
Are treasures in this world unfair.



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Asylum March

Fools and liars rule the day,
Propaganda stings more than the fray.



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The Asylum Rising

Fools parade, the liars grin,
Madness reigns — the world wears thin.
Propaganda strikes, a venomed dart,
But Spirit laughs — it won’t depart.



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Believe Not, Fear Not, Seek

Multiply your doubts,
Reduce “faith” to nil:
Fed up with those faces
Of priests, their pockets filled.

The scum are plenty,
But the pseudo-scholar worst of all.
Long lost the people
Who once believed their call,

All swallowed by TOTAL LIES,
No jokes, just Mirage Theories of the world,
While the Spirit, scrubbed by that filth,
Remains the source — its link unfurled.

With Spirit’s bond, you shatter
The fog that priests and “scientists” weave.
They kill the mind with that illusion,
Where dull and soulless fools believe.

Soullessness spreads like plague,
The world abandoned, left alone.
In their vile deceit, the credulous sink —
A global flood of lies has grown.

Awake, believe not, fear not —
Seek the answers on your own.
Or rest in falsehood’s grip —
Rise again, a zombie thrown.



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Awaken

Believe not, fear not — seek your own light,
Or rise a zombie in the endless night.



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The Seeker’s Cry

Fools obey, the liars reign,
Soulless minds, a world in chain.
Break the fog — the Spirit calls,
Or drown among the hollow thralls.



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Hellish Captivity

Little people
Amid the darkness of woes.
Many are vile,
Almost every one dumb.

Fear and dullness mow
Like plague, like war.
Bastards demand
Everything — worth far less.

The wise and the spirited
Are few. Oblivion reigns —
Illusions, the rot of verbose
“F;hrers” in long chain —
Global fascism.
The world sick in mind.
Idiocy blooms,
While universal media
Explodes like a bomb —
And the submissive scum
Returns to its work:
To kill, to oppress.
Very few are brave;
It is hard to “live”

In this global cesspool,
Where lies and decay are whole,
The obedient creatures —
Idiots. This is Hellish Captivity.



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Hellbound

Fools obey, the world decays,
Scum rules all in a blind malaise.



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The Hellish Chains

Fools reign where darkness thrives,
Scum and liars rule our lives.
Few are brave — the Spirit fights,
Amid the world’s unending plights.



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Fascist Chant

We’re all CowID fascists,
Our F;hrer Klaus Schwab.
Persistent, loud, and narcissist,
Oppose us — you’ll face the grab.

We’ll jab or drill — it’s all the same,
Want freedom? We’ll crush your claim.
A concentration camp we build,
Now global, with the Red Cross willed.

The world is sick inside its head,
Yet remedies? Just sludge instead.
Inherited this dreary mess,
A legacy of greed and stress.

We’ll reshape the world anew:
A realm of traitors, vile and skewed,
Where mind and spirit vanish fast,
All gone in sludge — and shadows cast.

Our F;hrer proud of Dark’s array,
Attacks that make the world obey.



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The CowID Reich

We jab, we drill — the fools comply,
Our F;hrer smiles while freedoms die.



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The Global Reich

Fools obey, the darkness spreads,
Scum rules all, while freedom dreads.
Our F;hrer proud of terror’s sway,
The world submits — his deadly play.



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Paths and Crossroads

The path beneath Putler leads to filth —
Its bottom pierced and stained.
The new-fascist lies and myths,
A swirl of shit maintained.

Each day grows harder for the scum,
Yet madness tightens its cruel grip.
So much deceit and hideous hum,
The murk itself may tear and rip.

Rashism will perish, foaming,
Spraying rage across the land.
Changes come, but not for better,
Rot will linger, foul and grand.

Long this stench will decompose,
Slowly vanish from the earth.
The scum that twisted most to monsters,
The world’s abyss of worth.

Yet there remain some scattered grains,
Purer than crystal, shining through:
Untouched by lies, by endless chains,
Spirit, Mind, and Light hold true.

From there rebirth may spread across the Earth,
If only all vile pests decay,
Who dared to stand against the spark,
And block the path of Light’s own way.



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Crossroads

Scum will fall, the Light remain,
Rot decays — yet hope sustains.



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Paths and Reckoning

Scum reigns, the world decays,
Madness spreads in endless haze.
Yet crystals shine where Light survives,
And Spirit fights while evil strives.



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Illusions in Habits

Illusions dwell in habits,
In every thought, they teem.
So make a rule to probe them,
Dive down beneath the stream.

What lies beneath the murky veil
Is often what’s the crown.
The world inverted, twisted, vile,
Where monsters wear renown.

They cloak themselves in “kindness,”
To justify deceit.
The world is steeped in filth and grime —
All that remains to burn, complete.

Filth, with madness intertwined,
Of course aligned with all.
For the “top” has turned a latrine,
And all that’s best sinks, small.



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Illusion’s Depth

The top’s a latrine, the world’s a grime,
Burn the filth — reclaim your time.



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Burn the Filth

The top’s a latrine, the world’s a stain,
Madness spreads while liars reign.
Dive beneath the murk, reclaim the Light,
And burn the filth that blinds the sight.



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The Great “We” of Illusory Collectives

We are mute
And blind,
Though scum.
We are slaves
Of chaos
In heads
And all around.
In souls — dust,
Lies as Friend.
Nonsense crushes —
Rarely one
Through the “I”
From Rot
Can glimpse the Light.

Wild absurdity —
Leaves tracks everywhere —
The root of woes.
Personally — “No!”
Cry out against
Woes, Evil,
And the Goat!!!

Absurdity, Goat —
Arbitrariness —
The herd like a wave —
Into the cauldron,
If need be.
The “We” — NOTHING.



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The “We”

The herd obeys, the Goat presides,
The “We” is nothing — Spirit hides.



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The Great Nothing

The herd obeys, the Goat commands,
Absurdity spreads across all lands.
Through “I” alone the Light survives,
While “We” is naught — where darkness thrives.



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Power of the Vile

Aid not to the gifted, only to beggars,
Dulling the minds of children,
Propaganda of fascism reigns:
We’re not in a world — but the Shadow’s Hell.

Even the poor are PRODUCTION —
The world abundant, yet vile
Monsters guard technology for dominance,
Spoiling Nature all the while.

Free energies exist —
But only the scum permit the flawed,
Destroying Nature’s harmony,
Their touch corrupts the bond.

Here power does not unite —
It rules through “ATOMARITY,”
Dividing Evil spreads its might,
Corrupting souls and minds — ALL FORCE.

If you don’t grasp this truth,
You rot like a stump.
Through obedience you double
The vileness of Darkness. Then Irpen,

Bucha — they’ll be possible here
As “struggle with fascism.”
Does it fight itself?
Fools can’t understand — look there:

The soul, the mind is foul,
Mutilated and clouded.
Only artificial riddles abound,
And the child is supplied with them,

Taught from youth to obey the vile,
To follow their commands,
Opening wide the doors of lies —
Killing Spirit by their hand.



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Power of the Vile

Fools obey, the Darkness spreads,
Spirit dies where the scum treads.



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The Vile’s Dominion

Scum reigns, the children dull,
Darkness spreads, the world grows null.
Obey, or Spirit meets its end,
While Shadows laugh — the vile ascend.



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Fascist Heroes

Fascism builds its camp — a traitor, secret-snout,
Inside it rise the “heroes” — fools that bow and tout.
That idiot will dig your pit, will crush you, bluff and kill,
He cattle-drives the living — bends the world to ill.

Fascism coats the fools with total, brazen lies;
Now walking’s easy — straight to graves the pathway lies.
They’ll slip the sludge beneath the skin — and heaven greets the dolt;
A numb-brained “saint” in sequins — virtue sold by jolt.

To start another war is simple, cheap and plain:
Triple rotten lies for breakfast — then they march again.
All run to serve the scoundrels — to feed the raven’s maw,
The darkness fattens on the gore their eager hands will draw.

All of fascism’s carrion drinks fear like soupy swill;
The more the cretinism, the nearer beasts achieve their will.
Now Rashism stages scenes — your neighbour gets the sight,
The fiend won’t budge from bloody roads once he has fixed his might.

Only in films does Right seem strong; in fascist creed, the “just”
Is that malformed tyrant proud who sends the eager thugs to dust —
Who calls the brave idiot forth and marches him to death,
While monsters clap and shout his name and breathe their poisoned breath.



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Fascist Heroes

Idiots march, the monsters cheer,
Darkness rules while freedom’s clear.



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March of the Idiots

Fools obey, the monsters rise,
Darkness spreads, the spirit dies.
Brave are crushed, the weak prevail,
While lies and terror rule the tale.



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Fascism’s Constructions

Fascism builds its fools,
And multiplies the chains of lies.
When all deceit is tripled,
Those bastards rise like towers in the skies.

Life itself’s a constant mirage
Under these wretched beasts.
Knowledge is needed only
To bark the order: “Obey!” at least.

To execute each command,
All else is nonsense, hollow, vain.
Destroy all enemies —
A beacon’s fire, that will remain.

But that fire of lies must burn
Through constant, ceaseless repetition.
The scum took cues from Goebbels,
A master of deception’s tuition.

Forward! Smash the foe!
Let the cargo-parody of fascism run.
All this won’t stop the march,
Though the farce is crude, yet done.

A new order is demanded —
Where Mind is flushed, and Spirit dies,
And darkness reigns supreme
Beneath deceitful, hollow skies.



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Fascism’s Towers

Fools build, lies rise, the Spirit dies,
Darkness spreads beneath deceitful skies.



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The Rise of Fools

Fools construct, the lies expand,
Darkness smothers all the land.
Spirit crushed, the Mind defiled,
While monsters laugh and reign, reviled.



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The Science of Victory

Hold tension firm,
Refuse to bend, refuse to bow —
This is the science of victory.
First, you must… awaken now.

And grasp the hellish world,
Through and through deceitful, vile.
Satan here is worshiped as king,
Each idol built of guile.

The vile spread fear —
A tool of control and sway:
Fear it, and in an instant
You crumble to dust, decay.

Cast away regrets of the past,
Multiply your inner sense.
Those days are worthless
If you heeded all their lies, so dense.

Strike the slate clean,
Begin anew, unbound.
Drive away the madness,
For inside, the savage is found.

This mad, enraged world
Leaves its mark upon your soul.
If you remain unbroken, unshackled,
Then your fight has taken hold.

So battle all the vile Evil —
No other path exists today.
Else under the Goat’s dark reign,
You become a dull, despised prey.



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The Science of Victory

Stand firm, unbowed, unbent,
Fight the vile, the world’s descent.



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Mastery of Victory

Hold strong, unbroken, never yield,
The vile shall quake, their lies revealed.
Through madness, fight, the Spirit’s flame,
Or fall a fool beneath the Goat’s name.



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Hellish Horror

False “consciousness” implanted,
Nonsense drilled in from youth.
Sheep sent forth to slaughter —
Such is the essence. And the Soul

Faces murder by entropy,
World-spanning, super-Evil’s goal.
And all the dull — grow duller still,
The cabal’s grip takes hold.

In “minds” it’s off the scale:
Worldwide Satanism
Grins once more, maskless now,
While idiocy spreads like plague.

The obedient fool will not question —
He crushes, kills, the enforcer’s might.
Fascism’s rear, its army stands,
Traitors, spies, in vile delight.

All of Losharia
Rotting under global decay.
From the top, like fish,
The cause — total lies, a block of filth.

The fool resembles a zombie
From some horror flick.
Just a little work remains,
Stylishly, with relish —
And Hellish Horror shall arise.



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Hellish Horror

Fools obey, the filth spreads wide,
Hell rises where the zombies bide.



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Hell Unleashed

False minds drilled, the sheep obey,
The fool enforces filth’s grim sway.
From lies and plague the horror springs,
And Hell itself unfolds its wings.



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Don’t Become the Goat!

The scum has finally boiled, the dregs run over —
Consciousness twisted, almost rotted through,
In the global, savage, stinking rollover
Where lies have grown to rule the view.

All that once tormented heart and spirit
Has sickened, burned out, passed its test.
Ears withered from the endless bullshit — merit
Drowned in muck; we’re sick of Evil’s jest.

Only ruthless fury’s left, no hope within —
How use this wrath so it won’t be spent in vain?
To live like wolves with monsters — not to howl and sin,
Not to snap at every trifle or for scraps to strain.

Bite, claw in petty squabbles — still no way out.
Pause, think a moment — forging cattle waits ahead:
The madhouse mills them down; the dark has no doubt —
They’ll make the masses beasts, to feed the dread.

To Darkness the dullard’s useful — turn folk into stock;
It’s easy then to slaughter; the world grows tight for slime.
The filthy crave long life — but here’s the problem’s rock:
No Hell endures for ever; every stench runs out of time.

Entropy’s the riddle there — Creator saves or slays;
They don’t need makers, only vermin to consume.
So all will vanish into nothingness one day —
The Spirit lives on, while Hell dissolves to gloom.

Forget not: fight the filth — be brave and do not yield;
Or else your life will be your execution, and you’ll gloat:
A living sacrifice beneath the Goat’s fierce shield —
Don’t be the Goat. Rise up — or die the senseless goat.



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Don’t Become the Goat

Fury burns — don’t let it waste,
Or in Hell’s clutch, you’ll be debased.



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Rise or Be the Goat

Rage unleashed, the filth around,
Stand your ground, don’t bow or bound.
Fight the dark, the vermin, the lies,
Or under the Goat, your Spirit dies.



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Freaks and Misfortunes

A hybrid war is raging —
A WAR of the people, raw.
When all becomes so SHAMEFUL —
Soul and mind the final law.

Its outcome and… its reward,
Paid in lies, in fear, in slime.
For each became a wretched pawn,
While God abandoned this grime.

The world long since departed,
Weary of the filth it bore.
All upon Satan it cast,
The mind’s excess, the soul’s death score.

Fear, deceit, and humiliation —
The bedrock of all that thrives.
Yes, there are rare exceptions —
Write of them, that hope survives.

Escape from Hell I seek,
I’m neither fool nor mad.
Fortune’s rare — a fleeting spark,
But filth grows, the world made sad.

A global madhouse stands before us,
Soulless fools, the herd displayed.
The majority are broken, empty,
Nations like cattle, in the shade.

Hence the misfortunes thrive,
Artificial, of every kind.
In this world of shameless cruelty,
The truth and light are hard to find.



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Freaks and Misfortunes

Soulless fools herd nations blind,
Artificial grief consumes mankind.



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The Global Madhouse

Hybrid wars and filth abound,
Souls crushed, minds lost, deception crowned.
The world a madhouse, nations cowed,
Yet fight the lies — stand fierce, stand proud.



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Absolute Nothing

Pump up the fear,
Stretch lies far and wide —
Lie bolder, lie longer:
Let fear and falsehood collide.

The vile rules here,
Having dumbed you down as a child.
They steer you straight
Into Hell’s grinding mill, wild.

Those mills they call “peaceful life,”
For contrast, the slugs they’ll kill with war.
You’ll even welcome Hell —
The crush is worse than before.

The slugs delight
To endure the stench and sin,
For the vile have convinced them
This world is just as it’s been.

You are mere serf,
Satan worshiped as king.
Though the idol hides,
The truth remains the same:
The whole world, they claim, is glorious —
Absolute Nothing.



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Absolute Nothing

Fear and lies consume the mind,
In Hell’s grind, no truth you’ll find.



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Hell’s Mill

The vile rule, the child made dumb,
Into the mill of Hell you come.
Fear, lies, and stench your lot to bear,
This world is NOTHING — none compare.



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Fall in for the Roast!

“Line up in order,
Smile again at the sun!
Line up in order,
Fall in for morning drills!
Fall in for morning drills,
Fall in for morning drills!”
— Yakov Belinsky, Fall in for Morning Drills!, 1962


Fall in for steaming and roasting,
Where every hide gets burned,
As once we fell in for exercises,
Now heed — and lessons learned!

Few remain, for Fascism
Slaughters the world entire.
A fight with all the cretinism:
The Roast — the Sun’s own pyre.

We are Earth’s shame, her burden,
The Sun will give its due:
It burns all falsehood, defect,
And tests the soul through and through.

If the fool’s heart harbors flaw,
Then cast him from the land.
If your limit’s to believe, lie, and gnaw,
You’re mere pest, a vile hand.

Pests and inhuman scum abound,
Spirits and the virtuous — few.
They vanish like birds in the Red Book,
Among the wicked, lost from view.

To them the Roast is a mere dressing
For the dead, for when Spirit soars,
The madhouse of fools — Hell’s servants —
Seems laughable to higher shores.

The others see the distant realms
And march with eyes awake.
All the rest are doomed and gone:
Cataclysms will their lives take.



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Fall in for the Roast!

Fools and pests, the world’s disgrace,
The Sun burns clean — none leave a trace.



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The Sun’s Roast

Fall in for fire, fall in for flame,
The world of cretins — none to blame.
Only spirits rise, the vile to sear,
All else consumed, Hell’s smoke draws near.



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Terrible…

“Terrible, coarse, sticky, vile,
Harsh and dull, forever foul,
Slowly tearing, petty, untrue,
Slippery, shameful, base, confined…
Servile, rude, festering, black.
Occasionally gray, persistent in gray…
Corpse-cold, pitiful, trivial,
Unbearable, false, false…”
— Zinaida Gippius, "All Around", 1904


The terrible of the past — now merely laughable:
A farce, that vile, malicious spectacle.
Filth off the charts, a dull-witted breed:
No longer human — a heap of greed.

Lies everywhere — a howl in the air.
With lies they kill — a hybrid warfare.
All fools here build the death camp’s lair:
Resist not the evil — it drags you there.



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Terrible…

Fools build death camps, lies in the air,
Evil drags all — none escape its snare.



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Heap of Filth

Past terrors now a laughable sight,
Vile farce of malice, filth and blight.
All fools construct the camp of dread,
Resist not evil — it drags you dead.



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The Net

The net is set:
Conscience, mind, and honor — hooked.
The beasts remain,
Where bribery and flattery cooked.

Only the vile remain,
The “fisher” of renown.
The clever got caught
In the nets these scum have thrown.

There the filth and fools
In that “land” bloom and thrive.
Fascist forces crush
The people, barely alive.

But the dam will burst —
All the scum will meet their end.
The net will close
With cataclysm to send.

If you bowed to the vile,
Then doom is yours to bear.
Hell has manifested here —
But the end is near.

This cataclysm
Will hasten the conclusion.
The world sick with cretinism,
Where lies are the constitution.

For idiocy,
One must pay the toll,
As for fascism,
The inhuman must be killed whole.

And the stupid herd —
That phase will purge it all.
Shame on this world:
Fear, lies, stench, and the snore’s call.



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The Net

Filth blooms, fools rise — the world in chains,
But the dam will break, and end their reigns.



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The Dam Will Break

The vile and fools may thrive today,
But cataclysm will sweep them away.
Idiot herd and fascist scum —
Hell awaits when the dam comes undone.



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Egoism

I
Am strong,
Clever,
Twisted,
In love —
With… myself.

Or simpler — a fool,
A snot of ego’s might.
Ego drives the mind away,
The Spirit devoured like lice in sight.



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Egoism

Ego reigns, the mind thrown out,
Spirit eaten — self-love devout.



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Egoism

I twist, I shine, in self I dwell,
A fool enthroned in ego’s hell.
The mind expelled, the Spirit slain,
Ego devours — the soul’s own bane.



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Egoism

I feast on me — the mind is gone,
Spirit crushed, ego reigns alone.



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Egoism — Mind exiled, Spirit devoured, self enthroned.

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Egoism — Spirit eaten, mind exiled, self adored.

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Egoism — I crush the mind, devour the soul, bow to none but me.

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Egoism — Self reigns, all else is fodder, Spirit gone.

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Egoism — Ego devours, mind flees, Spirit dies in me.

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Egoism — I’m the feast; mind and Spirit, take a hike.

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Egoism — Self first, all else trash; Spirit squashed.

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Egoism — Ego’s snack: your soul, your reason — gone.

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Egoism — Mind out, Spirit down, all hail the self!

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Egoism — Crush thought, devour soul, ego rules supreme!

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Egoism — Self devours, world trembles, Spirit crushed beneath!