Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè: 17501-18000
To the Burrows!
To the burrows, to the burrows, to the burrows! —
Be silent, obey, and lie,
Listen to the leaders — and soon tomorrow…
You’ll expand your hole… too bad, oh my.
You must spit on Soul and Conscience,
On Reason, Honor — tools of lies,
And worship the zombie-box’s nonsense,
Where every “news” is fed by spies.
Countless schemes the bastards prepare
To make the stink grow thick and deep.
Speak out — the fiends will catch you there:
Your head will pay, no time to sleep.
The bad is for chewing only:
Jaws are all that really matter.
The time will come to gut and bone fully
All the hamsters of this scattered clatter,
When they listen to leaders not
With joy, but just to stay alive.
Not all can be devoured on the spot —
Pickling helps the meat survive.
CowID brought tests in their wake —
The hamster here acts just like one:
He knows his burrow — the safe place to take,
Where nonsense on junk is never done.
War is here. Hunger’s soon to come —
The hamster endures it all, heads down.
To the burrows, to the burrows, to the burrows!
And in that hole, await your own crown…
Your turn to be gutted — the skins
Are needed by fiends far and wide.
Those who resist are foolish twins:
A shame for burrow and “nation” allied.
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1. Burrowed Down
To the burrows, silent and blind,
Await your turn — the fiends will find.
2. Hamster’s Fate
Obey, endure, and chew the lies,
Or lose your head before your eyes.
3. The Turn
Hunger comes, the jaws prepare,
Your burrow hides — but beware.
4. Fiends’ Feast
All skins are needed, none survive,
The foolish ones will not stay alive.
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A Big Gap Instead of Nominal Rights
“Human rights”…
But THERE ARE NONE —
A gaping hole.
The seam is lies.
Nothing real — just slavery.
They hide it under “-ism,”
While tyrants breed beasts,
Familiar fascism:
“The New F;hrer” guilty, at least.
In the shadows, the puppeteer
Draws patterns on the skin,
While the rabble (once humans) here
Becomes mere food for sin —
“Gavvah” served with tea.
They pile events at random,
Call it chance,
Lost in dementia’s fathom,
The world’s just a meaningless dance.
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1. Rights Gap
“Human rights” — a hollow claim,
A gaping seam, the tyrant’s game.
2. Shadow Puppets
Puppets dance while beasts feed free,
Chance rules the world — no liberty.
3. Lies as Seam
The seam is lies, the soul enslaved,
The rabble gulps what tyrants paved.
4. New F;hrer
Blame the new F;hrer, yet behind,
The puppet-master scripts mankind.
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New Season of the Old Series
“Back to the nineteenth century” —
A sketch show launched in Transnistria.
But… “The human matters most!” they decree —
The beasts lie bolder, fiercer hysteria.
No light, no hot water, no warmth to feel,
Yet “freedoms” shine on the screen.
Soon come “elections”: the goat to seal
A flock of sheep corralled and seen.
He’ll build the herd, then lead it straight
To the stone age, multiplying trims.
The bald sheep will find its fate,
A pasture where they’ll be destroyed on whims.
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1. Sheep’s Return
Back to the stone age, flock in line,
Bald sheep await the tyrant’s sign.
2. Screen Lies
No warmth, no light, yet freedoms gleam,
A puppet show — the flock will scheme.
3. Goat in Charge
Elections fake, the goat takes lead,
Sheep march blind, their fate decreed.
4. Pasture of Doom
Bald sheep wander to the slaughter,
Old series reruns, chaos after.
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The Silence and Corruption Offer
The devil’s master at the deal:
Rewiring minds, remaking steel.
If the contract touches soul, beware —
You’ll lose yourself, become his snare.
A servant of Hell, a neighbor’s plague,
Yet contracts none — only silence vague.
Corruption speeds without a hitch,
Cursed questions left in ditch.
Few demand these queries dire,
While words pour out like endless fire.
The world drowns in the verbal mess,
Corruption hailed as utmost success.
Otherwise, beneath the Stop you stand,
And Hell will take you by the hand.
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1. Devil’s Deal
Sign with silence, sell your soul,
Become Hell’s servant, lose all control.
2. Corruption Speed
Hitchless, cursed, the questions fly,
Corruption reigns while souls comply.
3. Verbal Flood
The world drowns in endless speech,
Corruption hailed as highest reach.
4. Beneath the Stop
Ignore the pact, the price is pain —
Hell grabs your hand, there’s no refrain.
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Black Cat in the Dark Room
"It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room… especially if it isn’t there!"
— Confucius
A black cat lurks in the darkened room
If you remove the FILTERS from perception.
“No!” — they boldly insist, the loom
Of lies imposing false conception.
Dangerous indeed — with the System of Slavery,
All ends in ruin. What is a Human?
A black cat in the dark room, you see,
If Spirit leads as alpha, mind drifts as omega.
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1. Hidden Truth
A black cat waits where darkness reigns,
Remove the filters — break the chains.
2. Spirit Alpha
In the dark room, cat unseen,
Spirit leads where mind has been.
3. Dangerous Lies
“No!” they shout, imposing false,
Yet truth hides in the black cat’s pause.
4. Human Question
What is a Human, if not aware?
Alpha Spirit moves through darkness bare.
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School of Pseudo-Life
A school of miseries,
Headquarters of sadism:
Soul torn to pieces,
Mind lost in cretinism.
Submission — the top priority,
Fear and gullibility reign;
In minds, nonsense takes authority,
A swamp where reason’s slain.
So deep that healing takes long,
They craft the false, the faked,
To suit a lying world so wrong,
In decadence, all chances are slaked.
Fear, like an axe, cuts through
Every shot at recovery;
Decay itself rules all you do —
Doomed to vanish under mockery.
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1. Academy of Lies
Soul torn apart, mind enslaved,
Fear rules all, the weak depraved.
2. False Lessons
Nonsense taught, decay prescribed,
Hope and reason swiftly bribed.
3. Axe of Fear
Fear swings like an axe so keen,
Cuts all chances, leaves none seen.
4. Vanishing Class
In this school, all light is banned,
Decay and mockery hand in hand.
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Predictor-Corrector
A vile inhuman plans our chains,
Forward, with many tiny steps.
She slowly spreads debauchery stains —
New types of horror, new concepts.
A simple example — the frog,
Slowly boiling, unaware,
Till death claims it like a log,
While humans soon become mere fare.
The inhuman plans for centuries,
Offering choice within wild lies.
All miseries crafted artificially,
All mirages meticulously devised.
If one deceit is seen through,
Another lies in swift array.
Thus the herd can be corrected too —
As long as falsehoods multiply each day.
From pen to pen the herd is driven,
Thinking they follow the chief goat’s call.
The ruling fiend wants it all forgiven —
“Fools rule the goats,” she boasts to all.
All main goals remain hidden tight —
Eternal slavery, minds debased.
The fools see only surface blight
In the sea of vile lies embraced.
The fools are busy producing shit,
Calling empty labor “work.”
They don’t know they’re fleas to it,
Crushed to powder at the master’s perk.
For the remnants of humans left today
Communities must be built and raised.
Cast off fear, pain, exhaustion —
Survive the wild lies, don’t be erased.
Systems of exchange will also be required,
Replacing coins in their design.
The ISKR program as money inspired,
A tool to save all your efforts, by line.
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1. Herd Control
Deceit multiplies, the herd obeys,
Fools follow goats through endless maze.
2. Boiling Frog
Slowly boiled, unaware,
Humans soon will feed the snare.
3. Fleas of the Fiend
Busy making shit, they toil,
Unaware they’re fleas on spoil.
4. Hidden Chains
Eternal slavery, minds debased,
The fiend smiles while all is traced.
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Hunt on Humans
A hunt is on for human souls —
Like in the wildest jungle’s maw.
No more excuses, no more holes —
You’re on the coals; you feel the claw.
They sear your brain — from malice, not from boredom,
The final fight is loudly sworn.
These cursed dogs have crossed all borders,
Their patience dead; new horrors born.
If you endure, then you’re a beast,
Deserving only of the gallows.
Now you are ranked with that vile feast,
The scum who raise the slaughter’s bellows,
Who practice genocide with rotten lies,
Who mark each fate for later doom.
For now they build the ghettos, rise
Their walls — a slow, prepared tomb.
Mad world in shambles, reeking, bent,
From cruelties this scum performs:
They wield the sword, they weave the bent
Of lies that rage like storming storms.
God’s freedom’s link is cut and broken —
Icons of Satan stand revealed:
Those people sold their Judge for token,
Exchanged the holy for the field.
There will be Judgment, there will be the Fall.
Tremble, Judas — fear and dread!
The thread of patience snapped for all —
A heap of corpses soon will spread.
The earth will choke on bodies stacked
As final tally of this wrath.
That fetid brood — their lairs attacked —
Shall be unmade along the path.
They’ve long enslaved the human throng,
With iron will and poisoned breath.
The Devils hold their endless song —
Tonight’s their last obscene-mouth feast.
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1. Hunt Begins
The hunt is on, the fiends at play,
Humans burn upon the fray.
2. Judas Trembles
Patience snapped — the corpses rise,
Judgment falls before your eyes.
3. Scum’s Feast
Devils feast, the enslaved moan,
Earth will choke on all they’ve sown.
4. Final Fall
The vile hold the human throng,
But the last night won’t be long.
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Puppet Regimes
Only puppet regimes exist
Everywhere, in this world so vile.
They bend with ease under any twist,
Bound by a secret, hidden guile.
Example — the world wars staged:
One director pulls the strings.
And nations there, so long outraged,
Follow the tyrant, the hangman, the king.
These sold-out fiends serve Satan’s hand,
They’ve ruined all, left no land free.
Only facades now mark the sand,
Behind them lies genocide’s decree.
The foolish masses fell for the snare,
Enslaved by chains that doom their breath.
The “sheep-virus” proves it there,
When flunkies spread the trap of death.
This trap is called “freedom” — they’ll say,
Freedom to march straight to the kill.
Later “history” will call it play,
With “diseases” to crown the final thrill.
And after that, only mutants remain
To fill this insane, degenerate sphere —
Mindless drones, fascist idols reign,
A world where reason disappears.
Only the mobilization of all strength
Can rescue humankind in time.
Good globalization at full length,
ISKR programs will break the Night’s grime.
All tools we need for this fight
Are already waiting to be used.
Don’t miss the moment, seize the right,
On ruins of the “country” abused.
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1. Puppet Rule
Puppets pull, the masses bow,
World enslaved, the tyrants plough.
2. Sheep-Virus
Sheep march blind to slaughter’s call,
Mutants rise when humans fall.
3. Facade of Lies
Only facades remain to see,
Behind — genocide’s decree.
4. ISKR Awakening
Mobilize the strength of all,
ISKR breaks the Night’s dark thrall.
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The Last Fight
For many years they’ve plundered home,
A wasted land — its coin runs thin.
Dullness spread, and lies now roam,
A mighty war of falsehoods wins.
So many Judas-sells have grown,
The foe’s not needed — scum will slay.
The remnants ache — alone, unknown;
All ties to kin have cleaved away.
Our efforts vain, our striving moot —
Black fascism hangs over the place.
No pleas now justify the brute —
A sinner lives if yet he’s safe.
There’re few effective ways to strike
This filthy brood; few seek the path.
They whine and pray for God alike —
That route leads straight to death’s grim wrath.
Strength sapped, health ruined — nothing spared:
Genocide’s deep scars are seen.
Poisoned air, a world impaired —
No shores remain in this sea of mean.
The vile inhuman scripts these ills,
Lucifer flesh-bound writes the play.
Don’t wait for quick triumphant thrills —
Embodied Hell blocks every way.
To double strength will be a chore —
Our ranks close slow, with ragged men.
If we don’t bind, Hell stays ashore,
And cursed bondage rules again.
Throw every last ounce to the fray —
This final, ultimate fight to win.
If we stay fractured, none will say
Later who dragged the fiends within.
We’ll drag the generations down,
No child’s laughter left to hear.
Demons will kneel and claim the crown —
A final triumph born of fear.
Don’t wait — already it’s too late:
The camp admits at entrance only.
All dark — not merely dire, but fate —
The last turn’s passed; the road is lonely.
So let us join! Strike down the scum!
Sweep fascism with a filthy broom.
Fortify your spirit, bind the sum —
March on to our last decisive doom!
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School of Judas
The Judas breed has its own super-school —
Called slavish “Life,” a cruel design.
Even poison shots are no trouble, no rule,
No pang of conscience to mark the line.
For conscience here falls off the path,
And fools serve fascism with zeal so cheap.
Betrayal itself becomes the craft,
And payment comes for sowing sleep.
If in this school you breed a fool,
Or forge forgetfulness with lies,
The journalists are honored, the tool
That churns betrayal before our eyes.
All fascist clerks obey commands
With zeal so grim it chills the bone.
The cops today are worse than bands
Of plague — they’ll show the camp’s full tone.
The healers now work in this trade —
Killing “patients” better than war.
Even a cold in a healthy body
Can be fatal — nightmares aren’t folklore.
Dreams hold little honor today —
For nightmares live in plain daylight.
You’ll drown within this cursed clay,
While Judas buries you from sight.
Necrophilia is prized, it seems —
A balm for Judas in this rot.
And nothing’s more foul than these regimes,
Where humans are but cattle, not.
The human remnants now remain,
Alone they’ll die, one by one,
Unless together they rise in strain
Against the neo-fascists on the run.
Only communities and ISKR can save,
Autonomous life beyond all walls.
They’ll halt this corruption, fierce and grave —
A path for all, not for the few who crawl.
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Judas’ School
Fools serve fascism, hearts gone cold,
Betrayal taught, the young made sold.
Only ISKR lights the way,
To break the rot and end the sway.
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1. Rotten Lessons
Judas teaches, fools obey,
Truth decays, the soul betrayed.
Only rise, the spark ignite,
Fight the dark, reclaim the light.
2. School of Betrayal
Poisoned lessons, hearts enslaved,
The weak are molded, the meek enslaved.
Stand as one, defy the lies,
Break the chains before hope dies.
3. Neo-Fascist Class
Fools march blind, betrayal’s seed,
Necropsy minds fulfill the creed.
Communities and ISKR fight,
To end the rot and claim the right.
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Strike the Judas School!
Burn the lies, ignite the spark — reclaim the dark!
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1.
Rise, resist, the Judas fall —
Strike the rot, reclaim us all!
2.
No more fools to fascist chains —
Shatter lies, break all the reins!
3.
Betrayal taught, but not today —
ISKR flames will light the way!
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1.
Fools obey, the Judas teach —
We strike back, beyond their reach!
2.
Chains of lies, deceit and scorn —
ISKR rises, Hell’s undone!
3.
No more slaves, no more deceit —
Burn the rot beneath their feet!
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Diogenes’ Barrel
Diogenes was happy in his barrel —
He could have wandered through the wood.
You, though, perish at the peril
Where fascism rises as it would.
When from your hole you step outside,
The “apartment” that you call,
You’ll see just fools, nowhere to hide —
Though you still hope for minds at all.
The fools are stirred by global fights,
A “world war” fantasy renewed.
They waste their strength on silent slights,
On calm self-murder, unavowed.
They take the shots of poison, slow,
That in due course will kill for sure.
They serve the fascist filth below,
A coup arranged, grotesque and pure.
Neo-fascism rules all now,
Like head doctor in a madhouse vast.
And you won’t be left alone, somehow —
Poisons drip secretly, to last.
It’s called disinfection, see.
And chemtrails haunt the sky as well.
Your health will pay the penalty —
Don’t plan your “life” for years to dwell.
Yet life it isn’t, just oblivion
In hellish realms where you’re the mark.
For mind and spirit’s annihilation
Runs rampant, while all else is dark.
The stupor of the zombie box prevails —
Lies pour without a single bound.
Fascism slaughters fools and frails,
And those who will not bow to ground.
But scum rage in vain and loud —
The Sun will soon burn out this Hell.
All fascist vermin face the shroud —
Nature deals them final knell.
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Diogenes’ Barrel
Fools are poisoned, fascists reign,
But Sun will burn the Devil’s chain!
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1.
Barrel hides the wise from hell,
Fools burn under fascist spell.
2.
Poisoned world, the fools obey,
Sun will scorch the rot away.
3.
Fascists scheme and fools comply,
But Nature’s wrath will purify.
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1.
Fools serve fascists, poisoned blind —
Sun will scorch their wretched kind!
2.
Barrels hold the wise, not fools,
Fascist lies will break like rules!
3.
Poisons rain, the vermin reign —
Nature strikes, they burn in pain!
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The Dream
I dreamed a dream: returned at last
From long and brutal war endured.
But waking, mad and broken, fast,
I saw — the land I knew’s obscured.
No people left — just fools around,
Shame lost, and honor gone astray.
All strength of men lies on the ground,
The last of souls — in foul decay.
A scum of monsters takes their toll
On remnants of the white-born race.
They crush all life with iron hold,
Our final battle lost, disgraced.
Everywhere a camp is built,
A global order, dark and grim.
On genocide’s black flag is spilt
A single cross o’er lifeless limb.
That crimson cross replaces swastikas,
Tons of lies replace the bombs.
Betrayal’s work spreads everywhere,
Silent murder with no alarms.
Fascism speeds the mass demise,
For it sees the Sun grow stronger still.
To close your eyes is no disguise —
Only fools remain, stump-brained and nil.
Underground cities have been made,
Yet none for stupid, slavish throngs.
Their veins will taste the poisoned blade —
One tool of genocide prolongs.
So will this be a swift victory!
May in the catacombs the monsters rot.
Those fiends shall vanish utterly —
No tanks, no shells, no bombs are sought.
Hold firm your Spirit, bow to none,
You’ll rise in Spirit after pain.
If living ties with God stay spun,
You’ll see His trace, and hope remain.
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The Dream — Strike!
Fools and fiends crush all the land,
But Sun will rise — and justice stand!
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1.
The last of men lie slain and weak,
But Spirit rises — vengeance speaks!
2.
Fools rule now, their lies unrolled,
Yet Sun will burn their wretched hold!
3.
Monsters feast, the world decayed,
But Justice comes, their crimes repaid!
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1.
Monsters rule — the fools obey!
Sun will rise, they burn, they pay!
2.
Fascist scum, your time is done!
Spirit strikes — the fight’s begun!
3.
All your lies, all your hate,
Will be crushed — it’s not too late!
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The Rational Race
The world of consciousness is measured by races —
their “quantum unit” of all spaces.
A rational race is unity itself,
And stands as one even before the foe.
The wise cannot endure lawless stealth,
The spirit cannot bow where chains still grow.
Above all else, the rational prize
The collective mind — life’s steadfast wall.
Man now is but a mad slave in disguise,
One step from nothingness, ready to fall.
And if you’re trapped in the ego’s cocoon,
Thinking only of yourself each day,
Then fate will strike you harshly, soon —
Submission to bitterness will be your way.
This fate is forged by inhuman hands,
A scum united, constant, ever near.
Degradation spins in repeating strands,
And slavery stretches centuries, not mere years.
We all are spirits flawed, degraded,
For tolerating all this vile disgrace.
Yet soon we’ll swarm like flies pervaded,
Such is the doom set for the human race.
A global leper’s house has been made,
Where plague is gone, but idiocy reigns.
The sea of woes stretches without shade,
While fascism grips with iron chains.
Salvation would lie in another breed,
One raised anew among mankind.
Yet all efforts here fail to succeed —
Devils dictate, and we’re confined.
The earth will soon be freed from decay,
Slaves and masters alike erased.
Then the cycle may repeat one day,
But never again with super-slaves debased.
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Rational minds will rise as one,
No chains, no lies, no devil’s fun!
Slaves and scum will face the Sun —
The age of tyranny is done!
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No more fools to feed the scum,
No more masters — they’re undone!
Earth will purge, the dawn will come —
The Rational Race stands strong!
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Ego crumbles, lies expire,
Slavery dies in righteous fire!
The Rational Race will never tire —
Strike the devils, raise the pyre!
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Rational minds will burn the lies,
Slaves and devils meet their demise!
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Chains will break, the scum will fall,
Rational Race will conquer all!
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Ego dies, and lies will burn,
From tyranny, the world will turn!
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Slaves no more, the devils flee,
Reason reigns eternally!
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Smash the chains, burn the vile,
Rational Race strikes back in style!
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Devils fall, slaves scream in vain,
Reason rages, breaks the chain!
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Crush the filth, ignite the light,
Rational minds will win the fight!
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Raze the filth, scorch the lies,
Reason’s fury will arise!
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Tear the tyrants from their throne,
Rational Race will seize the known!
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Smash the scum, ignite the fight,
Mind and Spirit claim the right!
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Devils crumble, lies decay,
Rational Race will have its day!
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Chains of filth we shred and burn,
All false tyrants meet their turn!
---
Scum and traitors fall to dust,
Reason strikes, in Spirit we trust!
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Fools and demons, hear our roar,
Rational minds will rule once more!
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Crush the tyrants, burn their lies,
Rational fury rends the skies!
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Scum shall fall beneath our might,
Mind and Spirit strike the night!
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Chains of evil torn apart,
Rational Race ignites the heart!
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Demons scatter, traitors scream,
Reason reigns — our final gleam!
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Smash lies!
Crush scum!
Rise, Mind!
Strike, Spirit!
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Burn tyrants!
Rend chains!
Power Reason!
Crush Fate!
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Fall, demons!
Shatter fools!
Ignite thought!
Rule truth!
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No mercy!
Strike hard!
Mind wins!
Spirit reigns!
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Smash!
Crush!
Rise!
Strike!
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Burn!
Rend!
Ignite!
Rule!
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Fall!
Shatter!
Power!
Truth!
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No!
Kill!
Think!
Fight!
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Strike!
Crush!
Burn!
Shatter!
Rise!
Smash!
Ignite!
Rend!
Fight!
Break!
Rule!
Dominate!
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Strike!
Crush!
Burn!
Shatter!
Rise!
Smash!
Ignite!
Rend!
Fight!
Break!
Rule!
Dominate!
Charge!
Crush!
Annihilate!
Conquer!
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Strike!
Crush!
Burn!
Shatter!
Rise!
Smash!
Ignite!
Rend!
Fight!
Break!
Dominate!
Charge!
Annihilate!
Overwhelm!
Conquer!
Storm!
Crush!
Raze!
Destroy!
Unleash!
Strike!
Crush!
Burn!
Shatter!
Rise!
Smash!
Ignite!
Rend!
Fight!
Break!
Dominate!
Conquer!
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Strike! —
Crush! —
Burn! —
Shatter!
Rise! —
Smash! —
Ignite! —
Rend!
Fight! —
Break! —
Dominate! —
Charge!
Annihilate! —
Overwhelm! —
Conquer! —
Storm!
Crush! —
Raze! —
Destroy! —
Unleash!
Strike! —
Burn! —
Shatter! —
Rise!
Smash! —
Ignite! —
Rend! —
Fight!
Break! —
Dominate! —
Conquer!
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Strike!
Crush!
Burn!
Shatter!
Rise!
Smash!
Ignite!
Rend!
Fight!
Break!
Dominate!
Charge!
Annihilate!
Overwhelm!
Conquer!
Storm!
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The Dollhouse and the Teddy Bear
Just a teddy bear for adults —
No, no — for aged-up kids!
Their world of pretense and insults,
Where “meanings” and “truths” are bids.
A dollhouse — complete with curtains —
They call it a world entire.
Yet every “mind” that’s certain
Is just a shooting range for the dire.
Their Souls — destroyed and hollowed,
The Spirit — erased from the list.
Obedient bodies followed,
Where Honor and Mind don’t exist.
And soon they’ll seize the bear too —
In the camp of minimalist lies.
They’re quietly burning books through,
While fascism grins and thrives.
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A dollhouse world for aging fools —
Obedient meat, obeying rules.
They’ll burn your books, your mind, your prayer —
And smile — while stealing your teddy bear.
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Myths
Consciousness feeds upon myths alone,
Each “change” is a fresh disguise of lies.
Above this land the vultures drone —
Their creed: make violence multiply.
They forge new myths through “education,”
A factory breeding slaves and fools.
Half-truths and lies — that’s civilization,
Where mindless cattle follow rules.
Propaganda beasts complete the decay,
Spewing filth for the madhouse crowd.
They rot what’s left of Souls and brains —
Far worse than killing — and more proud.
When soulless beasts surround your way,
That’s Hell on Earth, not life or dream.
“Civilization” — the biggest myth’s sway,
And the plague of lies reigns supreme.
These pest-born fiends spread every disease —
Typhus lice of the human shell.
With traitor-servants they aim to seize
The last bright sparks of Spirit — and sell.
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Their “truth” is a myth, their “light” is decay —
They breed us like cattle, then call it “the way.”
While vultures preach order with blood on their wing —
The myth is their god — and corruption their king.
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The Majority
When some dimwit drags you to the grave —
Don’t curse — he’s the ruling kind.
Through idiots, the world they gave
Is Hell’s own mass-designed.
Their “democracy,” their “choice,”
All crafted by the fool brigade.
You’ll serve the beasts — or lose your voice,
For morons rule the whole parade.
The voters now wear muzzles tight,
And the muzzle runs the show.
If you still think — you’re marked for spite,
For thought’s a crime below.
You won’t last long — a freak, a stain,
A speck upon their sacred rear.
They think through asses, void of brain —
Their Hell is getting near.
Soon all their filth will burn away,
No war will need to strike.
The Earth will purge their foul decay —
The Sun will roast the trike.
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Democracy died — the idiots reign,
They think through flesh, not through brain.
The Sun will cleanse their twisted lore —
And roast the fools forevermore.
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Fictitious Certainties
Fictitious certainties — hollow and vain,
Just heresy, madness, and rot.
They fester inside the “conscious” brain —
The world needs a cleansing — a lot.
To wash off the crust of deceit and grime,
The filth of Satan’s control.
It isn’t easy — but give it time —
You’re lucky to see the whole.
For life’s “foundations” are treason and lies,
Corruption in every breath.
The Spirit’s ignored — where slavery ties,
And conscience is choked to death.
Remember — you are a Being of Light,
All else is a fascist dream.
Reject their “truth,” their holy blight —
Let Spirit expand supreme.
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Their “truth” is a cage, their “world” — a lie.
You’re Spirit — eternal, they rot and die.
Reject their faith in the cult of control —
And burn their darkness to free your Soul.
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Casino
The house — the casino — always wins,
Has won for long, it’s how it spins.
A plague upon the world was cast,
By soulless fiends who hold it fast.
They milk the living — drain them dry,
Not just for coin, but to comply.
They’ve mastered cruelty and scorn —
A war on us was coldly born.
That war is waged with lies and toys,
Baubles to blind the gullible boys.
While every idiot walks free,
He never sees the chain you see.
The chains are hung like posters bright,
A showpiece dressed to hide the bite:
“These monsters care for you,” they cry —
“Trust us, we’ll guard you till you die.”
They tend their herds with poison food,
Taint water, spin a thousand ruse.
They’ve planned the slaughter long and well —
Slaughter beats shackles, they will tell.
But shackles break — stop playing games,
Quit feeding charts, quit playing names.
If someone carves the herd away,
They’ll keep their servants — let them pay.
A ragged heap of slaves remain
To flatter masters, bear the pain.
Fools are easy prey — they fall,
And madness drags the wise with all.
The mob will crush by weight and roar —
There’s not much time till torchlight's door.
The years are short, the nights are nigh —
The pyres will set the dark sky high.
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The casino always takes the stake —
They milk us dry, they set the fake.
They’ll poison herds and light the pyre —
And watch the world go up in fire.
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Slavery
“They’ll burn the brand that we are free
upon each forehead, for all to see.”
— Vladimir Polyakov
The feeling of being caged inside
Is what the thinking ones all know.
And tender children learn with pride
That school’s the first real cage they go.
Yet soon they’ll forget that bitter truth,
Their conscience buried, silence fed,
And gone — the vow they made in youth
To fight the chains inside their head.
The vow to flee this hidden slave-state,
Not always clear, but always near —
Replaced by arrogance and blank hate,
By dullness, lust, corruption’s smear.
Corruption blooms — it’s fascism’s seed,
The base of every rotten plan.
And if you’re honest in word and deed,
You must speak out — or you’re not man.
One word can crack the mask of lies,
Defend your mind, preserve your pride;
Spit in the face of what they prize,
The flattery that rules the tide.
For slaves all grovel, loud and proud,
Pretending free, with chains inside.
Their masters smile — the faithful crowd
Believes their lie, well sanctified.
Now slaves believe the owners care,
Protect them, night and day, from harm.
But “care” means poison in the air —
And madness sold as healing charm.
The muzzles are ready; brands are too —
Soon stamped that “All are sound and pure.”
And next will come — as planned, on cue —
The butchers dressed as “doctors” sure.
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They’ll brand your brow: “You’re free!” — a lie.
The herd believes — and waits to die.
The doctors fade, the hangmen come —
And Freedom burns — their final sum.
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The Lies Blasting from Every Iron
The pendulum keeps swinging wide,
Multiplying lies with pride.
Disaster blooms on every shore —
That’s the world they’ve built — and more.
No humans left — just cop and hack,
Each serving lies, each on attack.
Their truths are sold on silver plates,
While thought itself disintegrates.
A “scientist” — corrupt, obscene —
This whore of mind, this moral spleen,
Bewitches crowds with data fake,
As in the past — for profit’s sake.
The polit-whore repeats the chant,
Inhuman masters grin and rant.
The strong and weak, the loud, the lame —
All cheer the madness, join the game.
In this asylum, bright and grim,
They’ll kill the mind, the soul within.
Their “new slave order” grows immense —
Success through mass obedience.
So yes — we’ll kill ourselves with grace,
To “save our health,” to “keep the pace.”
The slogan’s pure, the will is gone —
The slaughter line moves bravely on.
“Healthy,” boasts the doped-up fool,
His brain a cow’s — the perfect tool.
He’ll croak next year, still proud, still blind —
Lies were the serum for his mind.
And we — we’ll eat and sleep once more,
While waiting meekly at the door.
The queue is long, the herd is fed —
Each step — one closer to the dead.
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The iron screams — the lies grow loud,
The herds applaud, obedient crowd.
They’ll die for “health,” and praise their chain —
While Truth lies trampled, dead again.
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Reality
All filth now hides in noble dress,
In colors the mob adores.
To be yourself — that’s boldness, yes,
A crime this rotten world abhors.
This struggle starts when you are small,
A sharp and early wound to bear.
For fascism’s purpose, after all,
Is planting fear — and keeping it there.
Then come the mountains made of lies,
You shovel through their choking weight.
Each day another truthchild dies —
Each day you battle to negate.
Aloneness — that’s your destined part,
For lies alone make humans bind.
You wage a war of mind and heart
That grows more deadly, more refined.
A cursed fate — to lose illusion,
To rip out roots of false delight.
Worse still — to serve the Muse’s fusion:
It means you’ll suffer day and night.
Creation — a curse in this world of swine,
Where crucifixion’s the true reward.
But they won’t kill you — you’ll survive,
Too loud for death, too mute for word.
Half-heard, half-seen — you walk alone,
Needed by none but your own soul.
The herd is blind, their minds are stone,
Such blindness — part of their control.
Yet this, and only this, is real —
All else is fog, delirious dream.
So dare, despite what fates conceal,
Cast off your whining, hold your beam.
Your final prize comes near your end —
The meaning of life — not lost, but earned.
So keep your faith, endure, ascend —
Don’t let your flame be overturned.
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To see through lies is cursed and rare —
The brave stand naked, none to care.
The herd is blind — but truth’s still worth
The pain of being born on Earth.
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Hellish World
This world dissolves like shapeless clay,
Its link to the Creator lost.
The fiends of man have seized the day —
And reached corruption’s final frost.
Souls long frozen, minds confined,
Chained in ego’s choking snare.
The time for repentance is left behind —
Darkness rules the poisoned air.
This world —
Will never be the same again.
The world dies —
Like fish caught struggling in a net of pain.
Hellish world,
Where all is vain for those who think.
A feast uncurled —
For half-devils raised on stink.
This world. Hellish world.
Genocide now leads the dance,
Lies and violence wear the crown.
The murder of Spirit — their advance,
As truth and beauty both go down.
The world has sunk into mirage,
A ship in fog, run aground in shame.
And we’ve arrived — decay’s entourage,
Where death and madness are the same.
This world —
Will never be the same again.
The world dies —
Like fish in nets, all souls in chain.
Hellish world,
Where reason bleeds and hope decays.
A feast unfurled —
For half-demons in their blaze.
This world. Hellish world.
Our journey ends — disgrace complete,
No cleansing left, no more deceit.
You cannot fool the Lord above —
For soul-murder ends His love.
So now it’s time to die, to free
The earth from human blasphemy.
This world —
Will never be the same again.
The world dies —
Like fish that choke within the pen.
Hellish world,
Where wisdom burns in vain dismay.
A feast unwhirled —
Of half-demons in decay.
This world. Hellish world.
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The world’s gone mad — the devils feast,
The soul’s the hunted, man’s the beast.
The net is tight — the end is near,
This hell we built — we’ll vanish here.
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The Sovereignty of Spirit
Only Spirit shows the way —
Points the road to might.
He who dares to truly say,
“Be!” — commands the Light.
Be a demigod, not beast,
Not a brainless drone.
Once your soul is released —
Truth becomes your own.
Break the chains, destroy the rot,
Banish mortal stain.
Rise again — forget you're not —
Born to rule, not slain.
Stand in Spirit — all else lies,
Trash the rulers’ tale.
They will fall, for truth defies
Every mask they hail.
Mountains high of filth and fraud,
Yet the Truth’s still one.
Bear your Cross for Spirit’s God,
Not for dung and scum.
Filth will flood and press you down —
Vermin runs the show.
Soon their reign will crash and drown —
Let corruption go.
Source is in you — clear and near,
Never let it die.
Lose that link — and you’ll appear
Crawling, blind, and dry.
Spirit rules — the law supreme,
Mind’s domain is gone.
He commands the cosmic scheme —
Spirit leads — march on!
He will show the path of fire,
Judge the slime we fight.
So stand tall, and never tire —
Spirit grants you Light!
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Spirit reigns — your path is clear,
Smash the filth, cast out all fear.
Chains fall, the vile will burn,
Stand tall, and let the world turn!
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The Art of Lies
A sloppy lie is deadly —
White threads poke from the seam.
Promise all will be lovely —
But you, vile worm, just scheme.
Focus on the petty things —
Polish them with care each day.
Practice this, or feel the sting
From masters — and you’ll pay.
It matters not what you say —
But how the lie is cast.
If you’ve become a rotten prey,
Play the law of lies steadfast.
Long ago, Goebbels honed
The rules of total deceit.
Lies outweigh the stones and thrones,
Violence — their bitter sweet.
To stray from narrative — a sin,
Yet artistry is still in lies.
Lie boldly — but the small, stay in,
The subtle tricks escape the eyes.
Avoid the stubborn, glaring fact
That won’t fit the liar’s bed.
You’ll help the fools decay intact,
Like terror strikes inside their head.
Broadcast through every screen.
Lie with passion, lie with heart —
Multiply fear, filth, and mean.
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Lie boldly, lie with fire and zeal,
Spread the fear, make all reels kneel.
The petty truth? Ignore, erase —
And watch the world rot in your place.
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The Vow
Nine times out of ten, I’d not survive
To reach these lines, to still arrive.
This world for me is cursed and tight —
A cage surrounds me, yet the vow ignites:
A youth-born oath — to fight, persist! —
To rise from crooked paths and mist.
A miracle it is, not to be lost
Where danger waits at every cost.
I shed and lost, yet found in place
Only nonsense, fear, and empty space.
Though I walked uncertain, slow, and tense,
The horrors came — yet made no sense.
I met them bare, no visor drawn,
For blinders, not shields, protect the dawn.
Though much of strength I poured and spent,
The mind returned — not killed, not bent.
Rare is reason in this madhouse still,
Half-wits abound, a crawling ill.
Yet words took edge, precise and keen,
To guide the verse through all the scene.
The chaos shrank to narrow bounds,
I reached the final spiral rounds:
Only the Word remains my friend —
Such is my vow, until the end.
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A youth’s vow forged in fire and strife:
Fight always — that is life.
Only the Word can stand, endure —
My guiding light, my soul’s cure.
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To Be or Not to Be?
The “people” — freaks,
A raging herd.
Not fools —
They’ll grind you down,
Or crush,
Erase from light,
Then finish you.
If wise — not right:
There’s only one
Answer to this test:
A haven of pain
And words oppressed.
Everything’s awry —
A vacuum sucks:
Not dust,
But rotting muck.
Spirit’s torn apart,
Hell’s servants swarm.
Not to be, not to be —
Here only wails perform.
Wail in unison,
Wear the mask,
Like all the rest —
That’s Darkness’ task.
If you’re not a freak,
Leave this cursed pack.
Go only inward —
There’s Light, the track.
In the world — don’t be,
In Spirit — live.
Float toward Light,
And only Light give.
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The herd will grind the wise away,
Only Spirit shows the path and stay.
In the world — fade, in Light — arise,
Live for Truth, and sever lies.
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Foolishness and “Courage”
Fear, stupidity, and sometimes… so-called courage —
The very core of every army’s guise.
To guard the fascist flag, the bondage,
To keep and watch all chains arise.
All “nations” now are fascist zones —
CowID revealed it loud and clear.
A soldier? — your song is sung, the bones
Of effort wasted year to year.
All striving set by soulless hordes
Is pointless, hollow, vain.
Even blue ranks are now “normal” swords,
Their shameless, cruel cries remain.
The cries called propaganda bind
The ranks of fools in blind accord.
There you stand — soon fallen, left behind,
For reason’s purged and truth ignored.
Each soldier in these armies
Mirrors the “enemy” in form.
The world itself — a stinking barracks,
All else a dream, a fancied norm.
True courage lies in freedom’s fight,
Yet here, the inhumane twist the cause.
Their lies corrupt the flame of right,
And every struggle earns their claws.
To seek new ways to battle chains —
That’s heroism, pure and rare.
But all fall for petty, shallow gains,
While Hell eclipses hope everywhere.
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Fear and fools parade as brave,
Chains protected, minds enslaved.
Fight for freedom — that alone is true,
Else Hell will mock the best of you.
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Fuss and Fray
The fuss of life, now stale and bleak,
Has dwindled to the web’s breakdowns, weak.
No doubt in humans, “fatherland,”
But still the soul reached out its hand.
It guided, saved, and kept me whole,
While reason played its minor role.
I’ve walked through countless paths of pain,
And felt death’s weariness again.
Its light dissolved all curses near,
And showed the way, though hard to steer.
I lifted spells along that road,
Through Hell itself, that heavy load.
The path through Hell is no jest, no game,
If from your youth you’ve learned its flame.
No jests, no sarcasm will avail
If you are corrupt, doomed to fail.
So I lived alone, shunned work and throng,
Built simple schemes to avoid the wrong.
To step less often into the vomit
Of World Bedlam’s endless comet.
Madness swirls — alone you’re spared,
Yet there, insights and visions are bared.
Be brave, and trust in nothing — save
The guiding spark the soul gave.
For worst of Hell are not the whips,
But lies that twist and choke and grip.
Its terror thrives in total deceit —
A slippery path where Hell and lies meet.
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In Hell, the worst’s not whip or flame,
But lies that twist and mask the game.
Trust the soul — it lights the way,
And guides you safely through the fray.
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Small and Medium Business — No Match for the Mob
“When there are many prohibitions under Heaven, the people grow poor.”
— Lao;Tzu, 5th century B.C.
A mountain of permits and checks to win,
Hop through hoops, then hope you’ll still begin.
What chance has business if it’s sheared like sheep,
Reduced to flocking in a filthy heap?
They brandished sabers — “standards” by command —
The bosses flaunt their ugly, law;fed hand.
Will trade become a herd of docile beasts? —
It’s always so: the rot increases, not the least.
Business is no enemy of the crowd:
Above — the inhuman, below — the proud
Scum who do their masters’ every will.
And the mob believes the dogma — sends to kill.
The crushing works its slow and patient art:
Step by step they squeeze you, tear apart.
Turn you to nothing — beasts declare they’re right;
By “law” they love to grind and starve the light.
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Ticks
Humanity, in the process of knowing,
Fades as “science” spreads its claim.
Everywhere, Spirit is being cut,
Replaced by schemes that kill, by glitches’ game.
These plans — a Procrustean bed for the mind —
A world of halfwits and fools aligned.
Spiritual souls are mute in this madhouse,
While pseudo-scientists howl, triumphant, aroused.
Other forces guard false creeds,
Twin;jawed ticks that squeeze the seeds.
Mass deployment? — chains abound!
Materialism turns humans to things unbound.
All false religions — ideologies of slavery —
Strike low, then sideways, in cruel misbehavery.
Half-truths and lies move through the land,
Dragging this wretched world to sand.
Believe nothing; ignite your intuition,
Multiply critical thought, act with volition.
Take any “science,” any “tradition” — look close,
And there the Devil shows his host.
For in control stands the inhuman,
Killing consciousness, the ultimate tool.
Souls tormented, all under strict supervision:
“Religions,” all “sciences” — rotting fuel.
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Spirit dies as lies prevail,
Pseudo-science sets the jail.
Twin;jawed ticks crush mind and soul —
Trust your spark to keep you whole.
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The Zoo
Baboons are not men,
And is a macaque a mother?
No reason remains to stay
In this zoo — flee, discover!
We live in the World Zoo,
A vanishing sight for the wise.
If clever — they’ll slaughter us all too,
CowID proves the cruelest ties.
And the petty wars rage on,
Inhumans enter a wild frenzy.
The zoo and madhouse are one,
Spirit traded for scraps — “tit for tat” plenty.
Yet you can hide within the Spirit —
Switch on intuition, sharp and true!
Cataclysms will come — the rumors merit,
Don’t dawdle, the signs construe.
Know yourself not as mere flesh,
But an immortal soul to guide.
Among beasts, if brave, enmesh
The world reveals its sores inside.
Cataclysm will purge the rot,
Life will flourish in Pure Spirit’s light.
But for now, the world sinks in lies,
And fascism rules the blighted night.
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Among the beasts, flee or fall,
Hide in Spirit, heed the call.
Lies rule now, but courage frees —
The soul alone defies disease.
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Global Bedlam
“The whole world must be justified,
So that one may live!”
— Konstantin Balmont, “In Souls There Is Everything,” 1899
The world must be entirely razed
To save the Spirit here alive.
For this is no world — a dull malaise,
Where the wise cannot survive.
A mixture of violence and lies,
Of treachery, deceit, and pain.
Where life’s a mirage before your eyes,
A filthy, hellish stain.
Only Spirit holds any weight
Amid the fools’ chaotic throng.
Elsewhere, Spirit meets its fate
Bound by centuries of wrong.
The fearful outcome of enslavement,
Stretching through the endless years.
And those once godlike in achievement
Now appear as fools and peers.
Yet soon will come the Final Judgment,
Not the twisted lies they teach.
For all the scriptures here are truant —
Inhumans will be cast from reach.
And it will be a cataclysm,
Shaking all the filth away.
Vile Satanism will vanish,
And the link with God will stay.
That link has long been lost —
In Hell, God seems not required.
When all the filth is finally tossed,
You won’t be alone, inspired.
Then Spirit will triumph,
Unity, ecstasy at last.
You’ll feel almost godlike,
But only when the Spirit’s cast.
Fortify your Spirit, fight always —
No other paths exist.
Only the years remain
Of planets sunk in hellish tryst.
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The world must burn to save the Soul,
Hell’s lies erased, make Spirit whole.
Fight, endure — the final day
Will cast the inhuman scum away.
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Nonsense
Nonsense presses deep inside,
A filthy, wretched tide.
Nothing vile could match its spite,
Fit for the Judgment Day’s light.
Slavery’s grown so commonplace,
A global law, a vile embrace.
The rabble, as always, dumb and vain,
Their mind and spirit gone, inane.
Hysteria reigns supreme,
All seem decent — but none redeem.
We sell ourselves with ease, betray,
And soon the world madhouse holds sway.
It’ll become a menagerie,
Captive to that fascist fiend.
Spitting on the law entirely,
Where Hell itself is now convened.
Chains multiplied, the Spirit slain,
Our work is hollow, genocide reigns.
Deaf to reason, blind to light —
Here, god is murder, might is right.
Yet Nature will not tolerate this scum,
The Sun will purge the filth to come.
Restoring link between Earth and flame,
Burning the grotesque from whence they came.
The bond of Sun and Earth endures,
A law that scorches to the core.
All the monsters cast away,
From the planet cleansed, restored once more.
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Nonsense floods, the Spirit dies,
Chains of Hell, where the rabble lies.
Yet Nature strikes — the Sun will burn,
And Earth restored, the filth will spurn.
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Foolishness
Foolish is he who fails to know
The fools around, or, knowing, won’t go.
Yet since the “people” are dumb and crude,
Nothing in them stirs — only degradation’s mood.
So solitude is the lot assigned
To those whose reason’s not confined,
Who in their ardent, pure pursuits
Despise the fiends, the tyrant brutes,
The puppeteers of fascist schemes.
Fascism shifts its names, deceives,
Fooling fools with endless lies.
If you refuse to rot in filth,
Save your Soul through Insight’s eyes.
And this unfolds in quiet — hush,
The fools’ loud noise would minds crush.
Hasten to know the Spiritual Realm:
Though madness rises, overwhelming,
And even the steadfast it dismays,
Build strong the fortress of your Soul,
Raise walls of critical thought always.
Pour no fire upon their heads —
In madness soon all perish.
Ignite the fire of Insight instead —
Burn the lies their remnants cherish.
Lies have gnawed deep into the obedient mind,
So do not heed it, leave it behind.
Let the Heart’s voice lead the way
Into the Spiritual World.
Despise the vile, worthless fray!
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Know the fools, yet do not stay,
In their filth, do not decay.
Build your Soul, let Insight blaze,
Scorch the lies, and shun the haze.
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Moss-Snouted Pigs
Moss-snouted pigs — to the pit!
We’re no shit to match with it.
Of this filth I’ll not despair —
I’ll turn away, sleep early there.
And when I wake — a world anew,
No rotten toilet, stinking through,
Where Reason’s target’s set to die —
A shooting range, low, pitiful, sly.
Serve, then, mossy snouts: increase
The heaps of lies, let falsehoods feast.
Mock all that’s spiritual, and cheer
The decay that looms so near.
No longer humans — dumbest herd,
Feeding false diseases, every word.
The idiot now is “norm,” behold,
The foulest fiends lie brazen, bold,
Harvesting souls — do not delay,
Traitor or spy will meet decay.
Moss-snouted pigs are deep in shit
From fear — on battlefields they flit.
A new catastrophe appears,
And doom will strike these worthless peers.
Soon it comes for every sellout fool,
The slaves of fascist schemes, the tool,
Who only eats, obedient, dumb,
And silent kneels to what’s become.
For all the Spiritual — the Brightened Way,
There vanishes this horror’s sway.
The mossy snouts, their lies and sludge,
Fade when you move in Spirit’s judge.
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Moss-snouts to the pit!
Filth no match for wit.
Seek the Spirit’s way,
And all their lies decay.
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Dogma, Prejudice
Dogma, prejudice —
Where debate is crushed
Or fully wiped away.
In minds, only nonsense,
“Citizen” is worthless.
Foul fiends hold sway.
For the honest — sentence,
For the noble — Judas’ way.
Where dogma fades —
The “free world” stands?
Fears like magma blaze
Through lies and false commands.
False idols kill the Soul:
Don’t trust yourself,
Read the books —
They promise paradise.
Through media haze,
Reason is slain.
The world is now a plague:
False pests revealed to the sensitive.
Vile, cruel, terrifying…
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Dogma crushes thought,
Lies strike the heart.
False idols slay the Soul,
Media tears reason apart.
Vile, cruel, terrifying…
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Spirits and Demons of "Change"
"Spirits of the Russian Revolution — Russian spirits, though used by our enemy to our doom."
— Nikolai Berdyaev.
"French demons —
Clumsy, foolish fellows,
Yet they can whirl as well."
— Vladimir Vysotsky.
Swiss demons and Russian spirits
Have bathed us in blood.
Once serfs, now servants of landlords,
They became slaves: the Soviet Bedlam
Created horrors only Pol Pot
Could envy with great effort.
Awake, wretched, off to work.
Refuse — you face imprisonment.
Release your rage in the kitchen:
Scream louder — jail, asylum —
A sick dissident.
Read if you wish — boredom kills:
Censorship is worse than judge or cop.
Creative souls cannot
Fit their fire in Procrustean beds.
Overall, it’s dreary, wretched, worthless:
The fate of the Reasonable — to rot in despair.
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Spirits and demons of “change,”
Bathing us in blood and chains.
Creativity crushed, freedom slain —
Reason rots, despair remains.
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Truth-Lover Vasya Pupkin
Vasya Pupkin knows “the truth” —
Fed to fools by media sleight.
Through it, bravado, raucous youth —
And Bedlam marches into fight:
To pointless wars, to futile labor
For pennies, “climbing career’s stair.”
Each hour the media washes over
The remnants of thought in despair.
The approach is vile, yet cunning —
Chains of the mind held fast.
Vasya Pupkin, “constructive,” running
Seeks happiness in filth amassed;
Believes all nonsense fed by monsters,
Obeys without fail or pause,
Though stronger fiends scorch him with genocide,
Yet misfortune strikes him once more by cause.
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Vasya Pupkin loves “the truth,”
Fed to fools by media sleuth.
Follows filth, obeys the beast —
Brain chained, hope dying, truth deceased.
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Jumping Through May
I jump through May,
Though today is December.
Thus I purge the Fool,
Where reason grows tender.
The Heart is foremost,
Above all the rest.
In December’s cold,
Forget what you’re “blessed.”
The rubbish and Flame
Lie buried as one,
Yet a spark, like a banner,
Flashes through smoke and sun.
Save that spark,
Ignite the Fire bold.
But swiftly, with courage —
The dark hides all told.
The smoke suffocates,
Poison in decay,
Of monsters’ vile lies
In the global fray.
The essence of the idea —
Always survive the strife:
Become more cunning, cruel —
Shake, consume your life.
Then within yourself,
The Soul burns away
Faster, purged
In the cruel, cunning play.
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Jump through May,
Though December chills.
Spark through smoke,
The Heart wills.
Ignite the Fire,
Swift and bold —
In the lies of monsters,
Let the Soul be purged cold.
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Show-offs and Fears
They bluff at all times, everywhere,
Exceptions are shockingly rare.
These bluffs keep all under control —
And every creature strikes with the whole.
Believe not, fear not, send away
All vile beasts to hell, and stay
Bristling with sharp critical thought:
For loathsome vermin, doubt is fraught.
Brains get shredded by the bluff,
While stupidity reigns rough.
Everywhere’s a warfront, the aim —
To rot the mind, to snuff the flame.
Evil nonhumans stir up fear,
Want you to wear the scapegoat’s gear —
Far worse than gallows or the block,
They craft you for a heavier shock.
Do not be the goat — fight the Evil,
Or your Soul will fall, disheveled.
Before the bluff and lying hound,
Stand like a rock, if Light you’ve found.
Spiritual Light will scatter the Dark —
Bluffs will vanish, dogs will park.
Do not bow to any filth,
For here three-quarters is Shame, Fear, and Myth.
Seek your axis, strive alone,
Reach higher than you’ve ever known.
Heaven won’t answer every call —
So soar yourself, surpass them all.
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Bluffs strike everywhere, beware —
Fear not, doubt, stand square.
Evil schemes, hounds, and lies —
Light the Soul, let darkness die.
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The Two-Thousandth Poem
The two-thousandth poem approaches,
A hellish nightmare, pure dread —
It gnaws at health and encroaches,
Though I write no nonsense, it’s said.
A joke at first, that was the start —
This “product” drained me, it’s true.
Yet strength remains in my heart,
Persistent, firm, I push it through.
This “fruit” will rot, in decay
To nourish the next lines I write.
The poems assault it, come what may,
For stakes are high in this fight.
I’ve wagered my health, my life,
So dull in routine it may be.
Enough with patience like a cow’s strife —
A war on the Beast declares me free.
A war to slay the Soul outright,
And verse itself becomes the gun.
All sinks in lies, decay in sight,
Poisoning Souls till the end is done.
Write like a machine — spit out the lines.
To it I’m chained, fire away!
Let points explode in jagged signs,
And let evil, lies, and fears decay.
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Two-thousandth verse, a nightmare looms,
It gnaws, it drains, yet strength resumes.
Write like a gun, let lies ignite —
Smash evil, fear, and dark to light.
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Beasts
When you become a beast,
Then you’re happy, saved, and free
From all the world’s unrest. The feast
Of madness hides you quietly.
This is the law the scum impose,
A world of lies, both vast and wild.
No more punishments or throes —
To keep the herd in darkness filed.
Oh, how repulsive are their faces,
The stench they spread like toxic wind!
Nature’s shame, these cursed traces —
Monsters of your nightmare pinned.
No need for films of horror now,
Walking excrement eclipses all.
They’ll call the poison shot a “plow,”
And heed the fascist’s labor call.
That labor kills what Spirit’s left,
And Reason too, they aim to slay.
The call to crush the few bereft
Who won’t obey the poisoned way.
The world is blinded, bound, enslaved,
By the fascist pest that rules their minds.
Yet early cheers for scum are waived —
The victory’s not theirs to find.
The clock strikes only midnight yet —
The dawn approaches, loud and grim.
Retribution they won’t forget
For the genocidal whim.
The filth will choke on blood and pain,
The Judgment fierce will come to all.
That day will purge the monstrous stain,
And humans will again stand tall.
They’ll see that only Spirit’s might
Has value, weight, and truth to give.
To fear is foolish in their sight —
For fear alone makes beasts out live.
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Beasts rejoice, their minds enslaved,
Yet dawn will strike, their power caved.
Spirit alone can hold the key —
Fear makes the herd, but sets us free.
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The End of Times
The sky is molten, burning red,
The nations dumb, their minds astray.
This is the start of all our dread,
And fascist filth miscalculated way.
They’ll be destroyed, the fascist breed,
The Earth reclaimed from human blight.
So cleansed the soil, no more their seed,
The world reborn in purging light.
New tribes will rise where old have failed,
Sprouting shoots of life anew.
We stand now where the End prevails —
So quake, you fiends! Your doom’s in view!
Those who have kept their Mind and Soul
Will pass to worlds beyond the pain.
For all who guarded Hell’s dark toll —
Death strikes the sellouts once again.
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Molten skies, the fascists quake,
The Earth will rise, their lies will break.
Those who kept Mind and Spirit free —
Their vengeance comes, the traitors flee.
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Fascists burn, the Earth reclaims,
Mind and Spirit rise; traitors face flames.
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Scum of fascists, quake and bleed,
Spirit strikes back — their end decreed.
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World War Three
All hot wars are never truly efficient —
The death of the masses remains insufficient.
Losses mount, grotesque and persistent,
While the wretched fiend weeps over his possessions,
The psych who long plotted genocide,
Scheming nothing but harm,
A vile Demon, using human filth
As his pawns, commanding “attack!”
The first step in this war: poison them all,
Pesticides and additives in their food.
The goal: to breed a generation
Dulled in mind, lost in insane delusion.
For fools are easiest slain by lies,
Frightened first with any nonsense.
Nonsense — a false virus, and lies — injections,
Erasing the stinking global madhouse with ease.
Weapon tests ran on fake AIDS,
Where the false test was the key, and the poison lethal.
This forged a twisted medicine,
A modern SS, finishing off its victims.
Everywhere, the demon placed his saboteurs
In every vital post of control.
They sought mutants who looked human
Yet were beasts within.
These scum he nurtured as superweapons,
Rising slowly to the peaks,
Binding them with blackmail, weaving gossip,
Keeping them tight, obedient to the fold.
Demon, fiend, and scum — this unholy triad
Drives the world like cattle to slaughter,
Already turning Earth into a hellish mimicry,
And our final battle seems lost.
Yet for the remnants of humanity, one hope remains —
To call down the fire of the Sun upon themselves.
Despite the pain, the fear, the exhaustion,
They will strike the vile in unison, annihilating the fiend.
All the inhuman will perish, we’ll rise in Spirit,
Shedding nightmares and illusions like dead skin.
Death is only idle gossip,
A vile lie to keep us all in chains.
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World War Three
Hot wars fail. Masses live.
Losses rise. Madness thrives.
The fiend cries over gold,
The psych who bred genocide.
Poison first. Food, water, air.
Fools are easy. Lies strike deep.
False virus. Injected lies.
Global madhouse burns.
Fake AIDS. Deadly tests.
Twisted medicine. Modern SS.
Victims fall. Scum rises.
Mutants hide in human skin.
Demon. Fiend. Scum. Triad.
Cattle to slaughter. Earth, hellish.
Final fight seems lost.
Yet hope burns.
Call down Sunfire.
Strike the vile. Annihilate the fiend.
All inhuman dies. Spirit rises.
Nightmares shed. Illusions gone.
Death is gossip. Lies enslave.
We rise. We fight.
Spirit strong. Chains broken.
The vile perish. Dawn comes.
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World War Three
Wars burn — masses live, yet die.
Fiends laugh. Psychos reign.
Genocide spread like plague,
Their hands slick with our pain.
Poison! Food! Air! Water!
Brains fried, fools fall blind.
Lies hit first — viral sting,
Madness chains all mankind.
Fake AIDS, false tests,
Medicine twisted — death dressed in white.
Modern SS in clinics hide,
Slaughtering souls out of sight.
Mutants march in human skin,
Scum as weapons, rising high.
Bribed, bound, rumors spun,
Truth buried where angels die.
Demon. Fiend. Scum. Triad.
Earth herded to hell’s gate.
Final fight seems lost,
Yet Spirit refuses fate.
Call the Sunfire down!
Incinerate the vile!
Strike the fiend, crush the psych,
Raze the lies, burn the guile!
All inhuman falls.
Nightmares, illusions — gone.
Chains shattered, Spirit ascends,
The vile dead, dawn comes strong!
Death is gossip, lies enslave.
We rise, we fight,
Unchained Spirit, fire in veins,
Hell itself dies tonight!
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Infernal Strike
Sunfire burns the fiends to ash,
Scum and demons meet their crash.
Spirit rises — hell undone,
Vile destroyed, the dawn has won!
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Apocalypse Roar
Scum will choke in their own filth,
Demons scream, the sky ignites.
Spirit claws through hellish night —
Vengeance burns, the world alights!
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World War Three
All hot wars are not so deadly —
Populations barely fall.
Losses mount, grotesque and heavy,
While the madman weeps o’er all,
Who long ago began the slaughter,
Planned genocide for all our kind.
That vile Demon schemes, no quarter,
Took human filth, commanded: “Bind!”
The first step in this war was poisoning,
Pesticides and venom in our food.
A generation dumb, unreasoning,
Spun into madness, blind and crude.
Fools are felled with lies alone,
Frightened first by any trash.
Falsehoods — viral, lies — a poisoned bone,
Cripple the world’s vile, chaotic mash.
Weapons tested on fake AIDS,
Where false tests laid the deadly scheme.
This forged a medicine of shades,
Like SS ghosts in every dream.
Divers everywhere, planted deep,
On posts of power, top and high.
They groomed the beasts, their secrets keep,
Twisting truth, their webs of lie.
Demon, fiend, and filth — a triad,
Driving the world as cattle to slaughter.
Hell on Earth, the last fight clad,
The madman’s reign will falter.
For humankind, one last resort —
Invoke the Sun, its cleansing fire.
Despite the pain, the fear, the hurt,
Exterminate the fiends entire.
All nonhumans perish, Spirit wakes,
Horrors shed like nightmare veils.
Death is but rumor the darkness makes,
Vile lies to keep us in their jails.
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World War Three
Hot wars burn — not enough!
Deaths scarce, losses rough.
Madman laughs, tears feign,
Genocide long, all in vain.
Step one — poison the food,
Generations dumb, cruelly stewed.
Fools fall to lies alone,
Fear struck first, brains overthrown.
False virus, poisoned lie,
Crush the world, chaos nigh.
Weapons tested, fake AIDS’ toll,
SS shadows haunt the soul.
Divers deep on power’s throne,
Beasts are groomed, truth overthrown.
Demon, filth, and fiend unite,
Drive the world to endless night.
One last hope — Sun’s fierce flame,
Burn the filth, purge their name.
Pain and fear, all must die,
Spirit rises, darkness flies.
All the monsters meet their end,
Nightmares shed, new life ascend.
Death — a whisper, lies — a chain,
Truth and Spirit shall remain.
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World War Three — Apocalypse Pulse
Burning wars? Too tame!
Deaths half, losses lame.
Madman cackles, world a joke,
Genocide plans — poison poke.
Step one — taint every bite,
Generations dumbed, lost in fright.
Fools fall first, scared to the core,
Lies strike deep, brains no more.
False virus, needle of doom,
Crush the masses, poison bloom.
Fake AIDS, twisted tests,
SS shadows grind the rest.
Divers planted in every post,
Monsters groomed to serve the host.
Compromised, bound, whispers spread,
Chains of fear hold all in dread.
Demon, fiend, and filth unite,
Drive the world to endless night.
Earth a pit, Hell’s shadow cast,
Our final fight — blast by blast!
One spark remains — Sun’s fierce fire,
Burn the filth, purge the mire.
Pain and fear, all must break,
Spirit rises, chains will shake.
Monsters fall, we ascend,
Nightmares end, new worlds blend.
Death? A rumor, lies? A cage,
Spirit and Truth — the final rage.
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World War Three — Flashfire
Fools poisoned, liars armed,
Madmen laugh, the world charred.
Sun ignites — filth will burn,
Spirit rises, Hell must turn.
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World War Three — Inferno Strike
Fools choke on lies.
Madmen march, filth flies.
Sun scorches, devils fall.
Spirit burns, Hell’s wall.
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World War Three — Fury Unleashed
Burn the lies, scorch the ground,
Madmen scream, their screams resound.
Pestilence poured, poison rained,
Generations dumbed, all brains drained.
Demons grin, their tools in hand,
Mutants rise to rule the land.
Chains of fear, deceit, and shame,
World in ruins, none to blame.
Blasts of truth ignite the skies,
Sun’s fierce fire cleanses lies.
Spirits rise, the filth destroyed,
Hell’s dark shroud by light deployed.
Fools shall choke, the vile shall fall,
Only Spirit stands above it all.
Death’s a whisper, lies confined,
Human flame will break the bind.
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World War Three
Scorch the liars, burn the vile,
Sun and Spirit crush their guile.
Demons fall, the Truth ignites,
Human flame survives the night.
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World War Three — Inferno Litany
Poisoned liars, burn and bleed!
Demons crumble, vile recede!
Sun ignites the Spirit’s wrath,
Smash the schemers in your path!
Chains of falsehood crack and fall,
Earth reclaims from tyrant’s thrall!
Every shadow, every lie,
Flare in flames, and never die!
Rise, O Human, fierce and free,
Strike the darkness, let it flee!
Ash to ash, their reign is done,
Dawn of Spirit, battles won!
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Inferno Strike
Burn the liars, crush the scum!
Sun ignites — their reign is done.
Demons fall and tyrants flee,
Spirit rises, fierce and free!
Ash to ash, the lies decay,
Dawn of truth will lead the way.
All the horrors cast aside,
Human will, our only guide!
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War of Lies
Smash the demons, burn their lie!
Sun will blaze, the scum will die.
Spirit strikes where darkness crawls,
Truth will crush the tyrants’ walls.
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Apocalypse Strike
Demons rise — we strike!
Lies burn — we fight!
Scum cowers — Sun ignites!
Spirit roars — crushing night!
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Apocalypse Strike
Demons rise — we strike!
Lies burn — we fight!
Scum cowers — Sun ignites!
Spirit roars — crushing night!
Chains break — minds awaken,
Shadows flee — the dawn is shaken.
All false gods will fall, undone,
Truth strikes hard — we are the one!
Fear melts — courage takes its place,
Scorched earth clears the foul disgrace.
Blades of fire, hearts of steel,
Only Spirit grants the final seal!
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Hellstorm Anthem
Demons crawl — we rise!
Lies burn — truth flies!
Scum shivers — Sun ignites,
Spirit storms — crushing nights!
Chains snap — minds ignite,
Shadows scream — vanish from sight.
False gods crumble, kneel undone,
Steel of Spirit — we are the one!
Fear dies — courage bleeds,
Ash and fire fuel our deeds.
Blades of flame, hearts like stone,
Only Spirit stands alone!
Blood rains — the vile fall,
Earth cleansed — annihilate all.
Screams of scum, lies untold,
Shattered chains — the brave, bold!
Strike fast — crush the rot,
Dawn erupts — the battle's hot.
Hell unleashed, yet hope will gleam,
Spirit triumphs — the final beam!
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Apocalypse Surge
Scum falls — Spirit reigns,
Ash rains — shatter chains!
False kings — devoured by fire,
Lies combust — the Heart’s desire!
Demons howl — Earth convulses,
Truth explodes — fear repulses.
Every shadow, every deceit,
Crushed beneath our Spirit’s beat!
Flesh and rot — scream in vain,
Only Spirit cleanses pain.
Sun ignites — the vile burn,
Hell trembles — none return!
Blades of light — strike like storm,
Souls reborn, fierce and warm.
Blood of scum, lies in dust,
Rise, Spirit, rise — only trust!
Chains of scorn — ripped apart,
Dawn erupts — ignite the heart.
Every falsehood, every lie,
Obliterated — we defy!
Final surge — apocalypse cries,
Scum devoured, Spirit flies.
Ash and flame, a world reborn,
Through the chaos, we are sworn!
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Spirit’s Wrath
Scum burns, lies shatter — rise!
Chains snap, demons fall — despise!
Only Spirit reigns — apocalypse cries!
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Rise, O Spirit, crush the vile!
Lies burn, their shadow dies.
Chains break — the pure shall rule!
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Hell trembles, lies ignite!
Demons scatter, darkness dies!
Spirit’s flame devours the night!
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Shatter scum, ignite the skies!
All falsehood falls, truth defies.
Spirit storms — the tyrant dies!
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Smash the filth, rise unbound!
Truth cuts deep, their lies fall down.
Spirit reigns — the fools are drowned!
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Expose the scum, burn their veil!
All false gods and liars fail.
Spirit strikes — the tyrants wail!
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Rage and flame, sweep them aside!
Chains of lies no longer hide.
Spirit roars — the world is wide!
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Shatter deceit with fearless might!
Darkness flees the piercing light.
Spirit stands — the wronged ignite!
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Crush the vermin, break the night!
Falsehood bleeds beneath our fight.
Spirit strikes — behold the sight!
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Burn the lies, crush their reign!
Fools will choke on their own chain.
Spirit rises — we strike again!
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Smash the scum, their towers fall!
No more chains to bind us all.
Spirit roars — the world stands tall!
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Strike the filth, tear their mask!
Truth’s fierce blade leaves none to ask.
Spirit reigns — unleash the task!
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Vermin quake beneath our might!
Falsehood dies within the light.
Spirit strikes — behold the fight!
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Crush the tyrants, shatter lies!
Chains of darkness break and die.
Spirit rises — no compromise!
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Strike the filth, burn their night!
Chains will crumble under might.
Spirit surges — end the blight!
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Vermin fall, the lies ignite!
Truth commands, the scum in fright.
Spirit strikes — eternal fight!
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Smash the lies, rend their veil!
Chains of death will surely fail.
Spirit roars — the pure prevail!
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Crush the tyrants, burn the fake!
No more chains, no more mistake.
Spirit rises — worlds awake!
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Falsehood bleeds beneath our flame.
Chains dissolve — none to blame.
Spirit reigns — we call its name!
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Tear the veil, strike the lie!
Scum shall fall, the weak comply.
Spirit lives — it will not die!
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Chains of darkness, end your hold!
Truth strikes fierce, the lies unfold.
Spirit shouts — the brave are bold!
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Smash the cage, shatter the night!
Vermin scatter at our sight.
Spirit’s fire burns so bright!
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Strike the scum, ignite the skies!
Lies will crumble, truth will rise.
Spirit storms — no compromise!
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Crush the vile, break their chains!
Light erupts, the false remains.
Spirit roars — the world regains!
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Burn the filth, cleanse the land!
Chains of evil break by hand.
Spirit stands — the world will stand!
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Tyrants fall, lies turn to dust!
Spirit’s sword — the only trust.
Truth prevails — betray no must!
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Smash the lies, rend the night!
Chains will break beneath our might.
Spirit storms — the scum takes flight!
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Falsehood burns beneath the sun.
Chains of death will come undone.
Spirit fights — till all is won!
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Strike the filth, ignite the flame!
Vermin fall, none left to claim.
Spirit roars — eternal name!
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Tear the veil, destroy their lies!
Scum shall crumble, truth will rise.
Spirit strikes — the brave will rise!
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Chains of darkness, break and fall!
Truth commands, the lies will crawl.
Spirit reigns — we heed the call!
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Tear the cage, strike the foe!
Chains of evil now must go.
Spirit lives — our power shows!
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Burn the scum, ignite the skies!
Falsehood bleeds, the coward dies.
Spirit’s fire — no compromise!
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Crush the vile, break the chains!
Truth erupts, the false remains.
Spirit shouts — the world regains!
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Smash the cage, shatter the night!
Vermin scatter at our sight.
Spirit’s fire burns so bright!
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Tyrants fall, lies turn to dust!
Spirit’s sword — the only trust.
Truth prevails — betray no must!
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Strike the darkness, light the way!
Chains dissolve, the scum will pay.
Spirit rises — break of day!
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Crush the lies, ignite the flame!
Scum shall fall, none left to claim.
Spirit reigns — eternal name!
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Chains will shatter, lies will burn!
Spirit strikes — no more return.
Truth commands — the scum will learn!
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Strike the vile, tear the night!
Chains of darkness end their blight.
Spirit roars — the pure unite!
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Burn the scum, purge the land!
Chains of evil break by hand.
Spirit stands — the world will stand!
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Crush the tyrants, shatter lies!
Falsehood dies, the truth will rise.
Spirit storms — the brave are wise!
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Strike the scum, ignite the fire!
Chains of sin consumed by ire.
Spirit roars — lift us higher!
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Tear the veil, crush the blight!
Chains of evil break by might.
Spirit shields — the world sees light!
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Smash the lies, the false will fall!
Chains of death will bind them all.
Spirit fights — obey the call!
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Strike the scum, ignite the skies!
Falsehood dies, truth never lies.
Spirit reigns — the pure arise!
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Chains of darkness shatter, spirit roars!
Lies ignite, consumed by blazing truth!
Filth falls, the Light rises fierce and pure!
Fear crushed — the Soul stands, unstoppable!
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Rise, Soul! Smash the filth, let lies burn!
Fear dies — the Light strikes, unstoppable!
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Crush the scum, let their venom choke!
Soul ablaze — strike down the darkness, no mercy!
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Beasts
When you become a beast yourself,
You're happy, saved from all the strife.
Shielded by the slime of madness,
This is the law of cursed life.
Imposed by scum with lies so wild,
Across the Earth their will is laid.
No more executions needed,
To keep the herd in hellish shade.
Oh, how repulsive are their faces,
The stench they carry through the air!
Just shame of nature, vile aberrations,
The monsters of your darkest nightmare.
No need to film the horror reels,
The walking excrement will steal
The very terror, overshadow all—
Their poison heals, they call it real.
The beasts now serve the fascist fiend,
Who calls them forth to labor vile.
Their task — to kill the last of Spirit,
And Reason too, in their cruel style.
Calls ring out to punish those
Who will not prick with poisoned jabs.
The world is blind, enslaved by the fiend,
And shackled under his cruel grabs.
Yet early glee of scum is foolish —
Victory will not be their prize.
For the clock has struck but midnight’s hour —
The dawn approaches, fierce, not shy.
Retribution will not come quietly
For the centuries of genocide.
The scum will choke upon their blood,
And judgment’s wrath will not subside.
The day to come will cleanse the Earth,
The horrors shed like night’s dark veil.
Death is but idle rumor spread,
A vile lie meant to enslave and flail.
All scum shall perish, Spirit rise,
Shedding nightmares, chains, and lies.
For only Spirit holds the worth,
And fearing fools themselves demise.
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Beasts
Become the beast, be free from chains,
Madness shields, but Spirit reigns!
Scum and lies may rule the Earth,
But only Spirit holds its worth!
Stench of monsters, shame of all,
Hear their screams, watch tyrants fall!
Beasts obey the fascist fiend,
Yet fire within shall be your gleam!
Poisoned jabs and false command,
The world enslaved by evil’s hand.
But dawn will rise, the scum will bleed,
Spirit’s fury answers need!
All horrors shed, the nightmare burns,
The fiendish lies the Spirit spurns.
Fear not death, nor trembling fools,
For only Spirit breaks their rules!
Rise, endure, let fire strike,
Sweep the Earth, purify alike!
Scum shall choke, the dawn ignite,
Spirit triumphant, holy, bright!
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Spirit’s Wrath
Beasts shall choke, the scum shall burn,
Only Spirit holds — the world shall turn!
Fear and lies shall crack and fall,
Rise, endure — destroy them all!
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Spirit Strike
Crush the filth, ignite the flame!
Only Spirit conquers shame!
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Rage of Spirit
Tear the vermin from the world!
Let the Spirit rise, unfurled!
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Spirit Strike
Rise, Spirit! Crush the filth!
Burn the lies! Shatter the guilt!
Fear is death — stand tall, defy!
Light will reign — the vermin die!
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Äóðåíü, ñ äí¸ì ðîæäåíüÿ!
 Àäå Ðàçëîæåíüÿ
"Ñ÷àñòèÿ" æåëàþ.
Ìîÿ õàòà ñ êðàþ —
Âîò ôóíäàìåíò "ñ÷àñòüÿ".
Íå ìèíóò íàïàñòè,
×òî ïåíäþðÿò ñ öåíòðà
Ê êðàþ, íî ìîìåíòû
 Àäå ïðîçÿáàíüÿ
Ñðåäü ôàøèñòêîé ñðàíè
Òå, ÷òî ÷óòü ïîòèøå,
 "ñëåï-ãëóõ-íåì ÿ" íèøå
Áóäóò ÷óòü ïîäîëüøå.
Íî è ñòðàõîâ áîëüøå:
Æäè, òðÿñÿñü, çàêëàíüÿ —
Ïðàõîì Ìèð Áàðàíèé
Îáåðí¸òñÿ ñêîðî.
Òàê ÷òî ëó÷øå â íîðû...
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The Turn Within
Turn your witness from Out to In —
That’s where the real truth hides.
You won’t drown in the outer sin,
You’ll crush the filth that blinds.
Outside — you’ll see only rot,
Inside — the Light, the Core.
Don’t clothe what you’ve found in thought —
The Truth needs nothing more.
This world is soaked in deceit,
And evil has covered it whole.
Defy it — stay on your feet,
Cast off your whining soul.
The alchemy here’s defamed,
Twisted and dragged through the mud.
This world has gone insane —
It wars against the Blood.
But Spirit’s the only worth
In Hell’s unholy game.
Keep it, and guard its birth —
Inside, Hell burns the same.
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1.
Turn in — not out — and fight!
The Spirit alone is Light.
2.
The world is rot and lies —
Go inward, or it dies.
3.
Inside’s the final gate —
Where Hell burns — and you create.
4.
Look out — you’ll find decay.
Look in — and blaze the way.
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Turn Within
Look out — there’s rot and dust.
Look in — there flames the Trust.
The world deceives — defy!
The Spirit burns — don’t die.
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Voice of the Fire
I burn — yet I remain.
The Truth survives through pain.
Go inward, break the shell —
Inside you stands your Hell.
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Author’s Manifesto
This work is not about escape —
it’s about ignition.
When Spirit revolts,
matter remembers its source.
Fire is not destruction —
it’s recognition.
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Ascension Through Fire
— a triptych with Manifesto —
Epigraph:
Through ashes, through pain — the Spirit remains.
I. Revolt of the Spirit
I’ve shattered the world’s deceit,
Crushed matter beneath my feet.
No gods, no laws, no lies —
The Spirit alone shall rise.
II. After the Fire
No rage — just silent light.
The ashes glow — still bright.
I am — beyond the fall.
The Spirit — one with All.
III. The Union
No flame, no form, no name —
The Source and I — the same.
All bounds have burned away,
And Silence crowns the day.
Manifesto of the Spirit
I speak from the heart of fire,
Where time dissolves and forms expire.
All illusions fall, all bounds decay —
Here, Spirit and Source are one, always.
Not in fleeing, but in blazing through,
The infinite reveals itself to you.
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The Scholar
Our little nerd feared everything—
Since childhood dread took hold.
So he strove to always cling
To marks both high and bold.
He obeyed his parents’ call,
Forever an activist.
Yet he saw no tyrants’ thrall
—His “reason” still pristine, unkissed.
Always fleeing inner strain,
What could halt his narrow plan?
To pursue, without a brain,
The grand career of “stupid man.”
He stifled seeds of conscience,
A master at this art.
So in maturity, the prince
Of assholes played his part.
The asshole, ever ready,
To follow every order true:
Even if it meant to steady
The slaughter of the meek—he’d do.
Let tyrants crash the world with lies,
A virus false and vast.
He’ll sharpen minds—or crush them—wise,
No problem, easy task.
He’ll craft a “scientific” base
To justify it all,
And save his own despicable face,
By hiding under knowledge’s thrall.
Such wretched guts of science
Spread everywhere you see.
All teeter on the powder keg,
Controlled, confined, and keyed.
In reins of false opinions,
In yokes of hollow words:
Lie the fates of generations
Of trusting, silent herds.
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1. Strike Version
The nerd obeys, the tyrants cheer,
He kills with rules, no hint of fear.
Science bent to save his skin—
A world of fools he grins within.
2. Fury Version
Nerd obeys, the world burns down,
Grins while smashing every clown.
Science twisted, soul for sale,
His coward’s mask will always prevail.
3. Blow Version
Nerd obeys—let the world explode!
Crush the meek, obey the code.
Science bends to hide his shame,
Coward grins while burning flame.
4. Apocalypse Version
Nerd obeys—world set aflame!
Crush the meek, none left to name.
Science twisted, truth undone,
Coward grins—he’s already won.
5. Final Strike
Nerd obeys.
World burns.
Science bends.
Coward wins.
6. Ultra Strike
Obey, nerd!
World shatters!
Truth dies.
Coward laughs!
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Embers of Madness
The embers of madness smolder in mind,
And just a stronger gust will ignite the flame.
All comes from IGNORANCE of your own kind—
You, as a god, not a sheep in the game.
Not a meek lamb in a foolish herd,
Led to slaughter by satanic guides.
Rise, at last, be the Light in Hell inferred,
Leading the near and far by your sides.
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1. Fury Version
The embers of madness glow in mind,
A gust will fan, the fire you’ll find.
Not a meek lamb in fools’ parade,
Rise as god, let darkness fade.
Lead the lost, both near and far,
Be the Light, their guiding star.
2. Strike Version
Madness smolders, wind will spark,
Rise as god, ignite the dark.
Not a sheep for tyrants’ hand—
Lead the lost, take your stand.
3. Ultra Strike
Madness burns—let it roar!
Rise as god, fear no more!
Not a lamb for fools to lead,
Be the Light—the world will heed!
4. Apocalypse Version
Madness roars, the embers flare!
Rise as god—dare none to stare!
No meek lamb to follow fools,
Be the Light, break all their rules!
5. Final Strike
Madness roars.
Rise as god.
No lambs follow.
Be the Light.
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The Core
Within you burns the Spirit’s core,
The base of all, the guiding flame,
Until the dung-fly rose and swore
To make the world forget your name.
Once dung-flies swarm and drone around,
Deaf to honor, blind to right,
They breed but ugliness profound,
And fill the world with endless blight.
Don’t yield to tricks of foolish herds,
But stand apart, beyond the line,
Stay firm, untouched by falsehoods’ words,
And keep your soul’s bright steel divine.
This core alone will guard your way
Through Hell, so you will not be lost,
For it destroys, without delay,
The demons’ power at all cost.
Since childhood they assail your mind,
Your fragile, capricious thoughts they prey.
Your Soul’s at stake—yet free and kind,
The fearless thinker wins the fray.
It acts as compass, sharp and true,
Revealing lies from what is right;
Not one provocateur, askew,
Escapes the Spirit’s piercing sight.
For countless false and twisted creeds
Bring chaos to unsteady minds.
They warp perception, plant their seeds,
A rabble of deception grinds.
A sewer of propaganda,
A guild of pseudo-scientists sold;
This rotten layer rules with guile,
The demons’ masquerade takes hold.
For demons cannot rule outright,
They seek the jackals, sly and cruel,
To blind obedient human sight,
And bend the world to their foul rule.
Yet manipulators always fall,
And flee when Spirit’s core is shown;
Applied as light against the thrall,
It casts deceit from its dark throne.
For Spirit sees all, straight and strong,
Majestic, mighty, pure in might;
It foresights every filthy wrong,
And sweeps corruption from the light.
So strengthen in the Spirit’s flame,
Drive lies and filth forever out!
The fascist scum will quake in shame,
And genocidal night will rout.
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1. Fury Version
Within you burns the Spirit’s flame,
It guides your steps, defies the sham.
While dung-flies swarm and spread their blight,
The core will guard your soul with might.
Deceit and lies may strike and pry,
But Spirit sees and sweeps them by.
The coward trembles, fools will fall,
The truth endures, it rules them all.
2. Strike Version
Spirit’s core will light your way,
Drive lies and filthy scum away.
Fools may swarm, the demons play,
But truth will burn the night to day.
3. Ultra Strike
Spirit burns.
Lies fall.
Fools quake.
Truth reigns.
4. Apocalypse Version
Spirit roars, the lies ignite!
Fools crumble under blazing light.
No coward’s hand can bind the truth,
The core strikes fierce, eternal proof!
5. Final Strike
Spirit roars.
Lies burn.
Fools fall.
Truth wins.
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Hitler Took Moscow
Hitler’s hopes have come to pass—
This is the CIS.
And Putler’s rule—alas,
A sorry, vile mess.
Like nothing ever seen before—
Decay, corruption, grime.
No shock to find the core
Infested with fascist slime.
He does not truly rule at all:
Merely an actor, played
By puppets who enthrall,
The Kremlin thief displayed.
In truth, the world is run
By inhuman, vile scum.
They leave no peace, no sun,
This world’s dark prince, undone.
They seek to crush the wise,
And leave behind the pigs.
The virus fools the eyes—
This “virus” lies and digs.
Only injections poisoned here
Are factual, grim, and real.
Beneath fascist scum, we fear
Each tract controlled by steel.
It seems the past returns anew—
Hitler took Moscow’s streets.
While other faces stare askew,
Fascism walks in flesh and beats.
Only unity can save,
Stop corruption’s vicious flow,
Dispel this night, so grave,
And light the truth we know.
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1. Fury Version
Hitler’s hopes have come alive,
The scum now rules, the lies survive.
Putler plays the actor’s part,
While puppets pull the human heart.
Fascists swarm, the wise oppressed,
The world decays, the truth suppressed.
Only unity can fight,
And turn the creeping dark to light.
2. Strike Version
Fascists rule, the scum parade,
Truth crushed under lies they’ve made.
Unity alone can fight this night,
And turn the dark back into light.
3. Ultra Strike
Fascists roar.
Lies spread.
Fools bow.
Truth fights.
4. Apocalypse Version
Fascists roar, the lies ignite!
The world trembles under blazing light.
No coward’s hand can bind the truth,
Unity strikes fierce, eternal proof!
5. Final Strike
Fascists roar.
Lies burn.
Fools fall.
Truth wins.
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Big Manechka
Hello, my Manechka!
How do you fare without me?
Mania’s not a sweet Tanechka,
When lies are all you see.
If from childhood they
Have castrated you with lies,
No weapons are required
To make the spirit die.
If fools surround you all,
The rare exception—mad,
No strength is needed here:
Lies strike every lad.
So there’s only Manechka
And the Universal Brother.
Rulership reigns in panic,
And peace? A stench like no other.
This is but a sewer—
A madhouse of the world,
Where fights break for mere scraps,
And every soul’s unfurled.
Exceptions are few—
They perish, as before,
While jackals roam around,
And calamity galore.
In the Global Madhouse
A new law is decreed:
You’ll drift as in a coma
If Spirit here is freed.
The extermination of Spirit
Is the chief aim, the main goal:
Become a dung-fly of this world—
Or be cast out from the whole.
Yet this Hell will vanish—
Evil cannot endure.
Forever, to this day—
Spirit remains secure.
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1. Fury Version
Hello, my Manechka, fierce and bright,
Amid the lies that choke the night.
Fools swarm, the mad run free,
But Spirit fights eternally.
Hell may rise, the scum parade,
Yet unity can pierce the shade.
No plague of lies can conquer you,
The core of Spirit burns through.
2. Strike Version
Spirit fights where lies infest,
Hell will crumble, evil pressed.
Fools may swarm, the world decay,
Yet Spirit never fades away.
3. Ultra Strike
Spirit burns.
Lies choke.
Fools fall.
Hell ends.
4. Apocalypse Version
Spirit roars, the lies ignite!
Fools stagger under blazing light.
Hell trembles, scum cannot stay,
The Spirit strikes, sweeps dark away!
5. Final Strike
Spirit roars.
Lies burn.
Fools fall.
Truth wins.
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Lied, Lie, and Lied Again
They lied, they lie, and lie once more,
As long as fools believe.
A lie strikes like a cannonball—
Too quiet? Send it, please.
They’ll inject the crap with stealth,
Or roll out a “healing” plan.
The fools won’t see, almost a jest—
But someone thinks it’s grand.
They say it’s all for your own good,
Who bragged of billions, gold?
Not out of spite, they claim,
Just “bad luck” you’re controlled.
You’re simply one more useless mouth,
Spoiling earth with breath, they say.
But hidden under care, of course,
They’ll have you forgive the way.
Oops, a tiny CowID slip,
Declared a super-evil plague.
And from a cold… you’ll be killed,
If you turned donkey, fool, or vague.
All donkeys, sheep, the crowd before,
Were once beaten—now they lie.
And lies are dressed in science, sure—
They lie “scientifically,” sly.
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1. Fury Version
They lied, they lie, they strike with might,
Fools swallowed lies, blinded by fright.
Injected poison, “care” in disguise,
Science dressed in deceitful lies.
CowID horrors, declared supreme,
A cold could kill if you lost the scheme.
Donkeys and sheep once beaten down,
Now fooled by lies, dressed in renown.
Yet Spirit sees, the truth will blaze,
Exposing cheats in all their ways.
No cunning plague can hold its sway,
For truth survives, it finds the day.
2. Strike Version
They lie, they cheat, they strike with stealth,
Fools obey, they trade their health.
Science draped in cunning guise,
Yet truth will rise, expose the lies.
3. Ultra Strike
Lies strike.
Fools fall.
Science cheats.
Truth stands.
4. Apocalypse Version
Lies roar, fools stagger, lies ignite!
Science twists, hell trembles in fright.
CowID horrors, they cannot stay,
Spirit strikes, sweeps the lies away!
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Ìàìà, ñ Äí¸ì Ðîæäåíüÿ!
Ê ÷¸ðòó ñîæàëåíüÿ
Î ðóêå, ÷òî ñ òðàâìîé —
Ñàìîé ëó÷øåé ìàìîé
Ñòàëà: îáà ñûíà,
!Ðåäêîñòü!, íå êðåòèíû.
Âñïîìèíàé áûëîå
Âðåìÿ óäàëîå,
Ãäå êðåòèí íå ðåäêîñòü,
Íî íå â ìàññå. Ðàäîñòü
Ïóñòü ñ òîáîé ïðåáóäåò,
À çäîðîâüå áóäåò
Êðåïêèì. Äîëãîëåòüÿ —
Ðàçìåíÿé ñòîëåòüå!
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×òîá èäòè â ïîëèòèêó
È èìåòü "óñïåõ",
Ìðàçè, øèçîôðåíèêó
Èäîë ïóñòîáðåõ.
×òîá ïðîéòè ïðîâåðêó,
Íàäî áûòü ïóñòûì:
Óêàçàíüÿ ñâåðõó
Ñëîâíî åäêèé äûì
Çàïîëíÿþò ïîëîñòü,
Òàì ãäå óì, äóøà
Áûòü äîëæíû. Òàê íåëþäü,
Òèõî, íå ñïåøà,
Ìðàçåé òåõ ðóêàìè
Äåëàåò Êèðäûê:
Ñòàëè äóðàêàìè
Âñå ïî÷òè. Ïðèâûê
Äóðåíü ïîä÷èíÿòüñÿ,
Âåðèòü íàãëîé ëæè.
Äàëüøå ðàçëàãàòüñÿ
Áóäåò âñ¸: ñëóæèòü
Ìåðçîñòè äîõîäíî —
È îòáîÿ íåò:
Êó÷à ñóìàñáðîäîâ
Ãîíèò äóðíÿì áðåä.
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Õîòü ïîáåäà äàëåêà,
Íå âêëþ÷àé â Òüìå äóðàêà —
Îïðàâäàíèÿ â Ïñèõåå
Íå óðâ¸øü. Èùè ñêîðåå
Ñâåò âíóòðè, èëü ïðîïàä¸øü —
"Èñòèíó" â ìèðêå íàéä¸øü.
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Ê Ïóøêèíó
"Ïîêà ñâîáîäîþ ãîðèì,
Ïîêà ñåðäöà äëÿ ÷åñòè æèâû,
Ìîé äðóã, îò÷èçíå ïîñâÿòèì
Äóøè ïðåêðàñíûå ïîðûâû!"
Àñ Ïóøêèí, "Ê ×ààäàåâó", 1818 ã.
Ìîé äðóã, îò÷èçíå ïîñâÿòèì
Ñëóæåíüå ðàáñêîå è òóïîñòü.
Ÿ â èçáûòêå — âñêîðü çàòìèì
Ìû åþ ñòðàõè, ëîæü è ãðóáîñòü.
Ñâîáîäà ãðåçèòñÿ ðàáàì?
Äíåñü äàííîñòü! — îáúÿñíÿþò â øêîëå.
Áðåä çàõëåñòíóë Ãíèëîé Áåäëàì:
Ðàññêàçàìè î ÷åñòè, âîëå
È ïðî÷åé íåáûëè ïîëíû
Ëóáêè äëÿ ïîøëûõ èäèîòîâ.
Óæå â ïîìèíå íåò ñòðàíû —
Ëèøü ñêîïèùå ïîä Ìðàçüþ ñáðîäà.
Ìðàçü ïèðàìèäîþ âñåãäà —
Ëèøü êëîóí ëèäåð íîìèíàëüíûé.
Âåêà íàïðàñíîãî òðóäà,
Êðîâàâûõ âîéí: ìèð èíôåðíàëüíûé
Ïîðàáîòèë óøë¸ïêîâ ìèð,
Ñâîáîäû ïåñíè ðàñïåâàÿ,
Äíåñü ïðåâðàùàåìûé â ñîðòèð
Ïîñóëàìè è ëîæüþ. Õàåì
Óæ ïðàâèò íåëþäü — ÷åðåç ÑÌÐÀÄ:
Ãîâíèä òî ïîêàçàë íàãëÿäíî.
Ñîðòèðó ðàä ïðîäàæíûé ãàä,
Ãíîáèìûé ëþòî, áåñïîùàäíî.
Íî çà êîâðèæêè îí ãîòîâ
Òåðïåòü è áîëüøåå: ïðåäåëà
Òåðïåíüÿ íåòó ó ñêîòîâ,
×òî Òüìà èñïîëüçóåò óìåëî.
È íå âçîéä¸ò âî Òüìå çâåçäà
Ïëåíèòåëüíîãî äóðíÿì ñ÷àñòüÿ.
Îñòàëîñü ãíèòü â Àäó ãîäà —
Æäàòü Êàòàêëèçìà ñàìîâëàñòüÿ.
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Óæåëü õóæå íåêóäà?
Åñòü ïëàíêà — äâèæåòñÿ âñ¸ âðåìÿ
 òàêóþ äàëü, ÷òî æóòü áåð¸ò:
Íå áóäåò ãàæå æèçÄíè áðåìÿ,
Âåäü õóæå íåêóäà. Ïðîéä¸ò
Ïåðèîä: ê Äðÿíè èäèîòû
Ïðèâûêíóò, ïàìÿòüþ ñëàá`û, —
È ñíîâà âîéíû è ðàáîòû.
Âñå äðåâíåðèìñêèå ðàáû,
Ñþäà ïîïàâ, áû óæàñíóëèñü
"Ïðîãðåññó" ãåíîöèäà ñõåì.
Íàäåæäû íåò, ÷òîá âñå î÷íóëèñü
Ñåãîäíÿ: ñëåï è ãëóõ, è íåì
Áåçóìíûé ðàá ðàçëèâà "Íåî".
Îäíà íàäåæäà: Êàòàêëèçì
Ñìåò¸ò âñ¸ ðàáñòâî — Çëà Ðîäåî
Ñêàòèëîñü âíîâü â òóïîé ôàøèçì.
È ñîñòðàäàòåëüíûå Äóõè
Äîáüþò çàåçæåííûõ ñêîòîâ.
Êîâáîè, ñàòàíèçìà ñëóãè, —
Êóíñòêàìåðû òâàðüÿ óëîâ.
Ïàíîïòèêóì âîçèòü ïîâñþäó
Òüìû ñòðàæè áóäóò: ïîêàçàòü
Ïóòü äåãðàäàöèè â ïàñêóäó
Ñ íà÷àëîì — ïîä÷èíÿòüñÿ, ëãàòü.
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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!
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Rise, resist, the tyrants fall!
Spirit fierce — outlasts them all!
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Crush the fraud, break every chain!
Light within — survives the pain!
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No more lies, no slavish fear!
Only the Spirit reigns here!
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Fools obey — let them rot!
Spirit laughs — the liars’ plot.
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Choke on lies, you pitiful herd!
Truth ignites — ignore the absurd.
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Slaves of fraud, your end is near!
Spirit mocks your slavish fear.
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Fools and drones, your time is done!
Spirit rises — lies come undone.
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Rot in falsehood, you blind herd!
Truth cuts deep, ignore the absurd.
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Slaves of filth, your doom is nigh!
Spirit laughs — see your lies die.
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Clutching fraud, you stagger blind!
Only Spirit frees the mind.
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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!
---
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!
---
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.
---
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!
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Ïðèçðàê â ñëîìàííîé ìàøèíå
"Íà ðîãàõ äüÿâîëà íèìá äåðæèòñÿ êðåï÷å".
Ñòàíèñëàâ Åæè Ëåö.
Ìíîãî "ñâÿòîñòè", "ïðîãðåññà"
È "ïðîðûâîâ" â ÷¸ðò-òå ÷òî.
Íà ðîãàõ íåçðèìûõ Áåñà
Íèìá îãðîìíûé — è íè÷òî
Íûíå óæ íå óêàçóåò
Íà ïðàâëåíèå åãî:
Ëæåó÷¸íûé îáîñíóåò
Õàîòè÷íîñòü — íè÷åãî
Îêðîìÿ ïðè÷èí è ñëåäñòâèé,
×òî åñòåñòâåííû âïîëíå,
À òîë÷êàìè äëÿ âñåõ áåäñòâèé
Ëèøü îøèáêè. "Óì" â öåíå,
À äóõîâíîñòü â ìåõàíèçìå
Ìíèìûé ïðèçðàê. Âîò äåëà:
Êîëü â ó÷¸íîì êðåòèíèçìå,
Íå ïîíÿòü ìîòèâû Çëà.
Íå ïîéì¸øü — è íå èçìåíèøü:
Ëèøü íà ðàáñòâî ìàëûé íèìá
Òåì íàòÿíåøü, îáåñöåíèøü
×èñòûé Äóõ, ÷óøü íà îëèìï
Ïîìåñòèâ. Ïðîãíîç ôàòàëåí,
Ðàç Äóõîâíîñòü íå â ÷åñòè:
Ìèð âñ¸ áîëüøå èíôåðíàëåí
Ñ êàæäûì ãîäîì — íå ñïàñòè...
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Êóöûé óì, ïðîòóõøèé äóõ —
"Áå!" è õðóì: æèâîòíûõ-ñëóã
Óäàëîñü ñîçäàòü ÒÂÀÐÜÞ.
Òîëüêî çëîñòü â îòâåò Ãíèëüþ!..
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Ìàíå÷êà, îñòûëîñòü è ïîñòûëîñòü
"Ìàíÿ" ìàíèò — óì ïîñòûë,
Äóõ ê Ïðîçðåíèÿì îñòûë:
Íàçûâàåòñÿ ****åö —
Îí Íåáåñíûé íàø Îòåö.
Íèìá íàïÿëåí íà ðîãà —
È íå ðàñïîçíàòü Âðàãà.
Êîëü Ïñèõåÿ äîðîãà,
Óíè÷òîæü â ñåáå ðàáà:
Èíòóèöèþ óìíîæü,
×ðåç êðèòè÷íîñòü óíè÷òîæü
Âñå îáìàíû, ÷òî âíóòðè.
×åðåç ýòî Ñâåò óçðè.
Îí âíóòðè — ñíàðóæè ìðàê:
Òîíåò ìèð ñðåäü ñòðàõîâ, âðàê —
Íûíå, â öåëîì, íèêàêîé.
Íàñòîÿùèé òû ãåðîé,
Åñëè áîðåøüñÿ âñåãäà
Ñ íàãëîé ëîæüþ, ÷ðåç ãîäà
Ïðîíåñÿ Ïîçîðó "íåò!"
È îòðèíóâ ìèðà ÁÐÅÄ.
Áðåä òîòàëüíûé, áîåâîé —
×òîá íå ñòàë äóðàê _ñîáîé:
_Äóõ â ñêàôàíäðèêå óìà
Ïîñðåäè ãíèëüÿ, äåðüìà.
Ñâåò, ðåøèìîñòü, íà ïðåäåë
Óñòðåìë¸ííîñòü: åñëè öåë
Î÷åíü äîëãî, çíà÷èò òðóï
Ãîâîðÿùèé, òóï, ñëåï, ãðóá.
Ðàçáèâàåòñÿ ñêàôàíäð —
È íà Âîëþ, ïðî÷ü îò ïàäë.
Âïðî÷åì, ðàçíûå ïóòè —
Ìîæåøü ìåäëåííî äîéòè:
×àùå â Ñòîéëî, òàê ÷òî ðèñê
Óâåëè÷èò øàíñ íà ïðèç.
Îí — ñïàñåíèå Äóøè.
Òàê ÷òî ëó÷øå ïîñïåøè!..
Âàðèàíò ïåðâûé äâóõ ñòðîê:
Áàíÿ ìàíèò — áåã ïîñòûë,
Óì ê ïîýçèè îñòûë:
Òîãäà ñòèõ íîñèò íàçâàíèå "Êðèçèñ æàíðà".
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 ìèðå æèâîòíûõ
Çàêëèíàòåëü çìåé èñêóññòâî?
Çàêëèíàíüå áàðàíüÿ,
×òîá îñòàëèñü òîëüêî ÷óâñòâà
(Ìûñëåé íîëü ñðåäè âðàíüÿ) —
Âîò ñëóæåíüå Ìíåìîçèíå,
Ïîòîìó è ïðî÷èõ Ìóç
Ïî÷èòàíüå. Íà ðåçèíå
Çëîì ïîäâåøåí ×óøè ãðóç,
È ìåëüêàåò ïîñòîÿííî,
Áàðàíü¸ âãîíÿÿ â òðàíñ.
È ñìåþòñÿ îáåçüÿíû
Íàä ñïåêòàêëåì "Äåêàäàíñ",
Ýâîëþöèþ ïîõåðèâ —
Ìíîãî ëó÷øå äèêèé ëåñ:
 í¸ì âñå çâåðè ïðîñòî çâåðè —
Íå âñåëèëñÿ â îíûõ áåñ.
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Brouwer’s Intuitionist School
The proofs of math — so proud, so pure —
Are doubtful more than they admit.
Just drop the dogmas we endure,
That binary straitjacket of “wit”
They forced on Reason. Brouwer showed —
Deny a few “laws” they adore —
And look! Their temple’s empty code
Reveals the zealot’s rotten core.
The twisted “priests” still rule the scene,
Their “sciences” — obedient slaves.
Speculation reigns supreme, obscene —
While truth lies gagged in mental graves.
Believe in nothing. Trust your sight
Within — where intuition burns.
Think sharp, go inward, judge the blight:
The scum have drowned Tradition’s turns —
And spread their “science” — thick and gray —
To cloud the mind, to rot the Way.
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1.
Think — don’t believe! The truth’s inside.
The “wise” are blind — their math has lied.
2.
Brouwer smashed the priests of proof —
Their “logic” is a padded roof.
3.
No faith in dogma — trust your spark!
The mind’s been muzzled — bite the dark!
4.
Their “science” stinks — intuition breathes.
Cut off the rot, before it seethes.
5.
Inside — the light. Outside — decay.
The fools still preach the “rational” way.
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1.
Think or Die — Intuition’s Law!
Tear the Logic’s Muzzled Jaw!
2.
Inside — the Light. Outside — the Lie.
The Mind must Wake, or Rot and Die.
3.
No Dogma Rules the Inner Flame —
The Truth within destroys their Game.
4.
Kill the Creed — the Core will rise!
Their “Proofs” are Chains, their “Math” — disguise.
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Inside — the Fire. Outside — the Lie.
Break their Logic — or never Try.
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The Spirit sees — the Mind obeys.
No Dogma binds the Inner Blaze.
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They built their “truth” on hollow schemes —
I burn their walls to reach the Gleam.
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Their Logic rots — the Spirit lives.
No Proof remains — the Fire gives.
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Their Logic screams — but never knows,
The Spirit burns — the Fire grows.
No Thought can cage what Truth became —
The Void remembers its own Flame.
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The Label-Man
A man of labels — stuck and sold,
A walking ad, a banner bold.
Propaganda hits its mark —
And “being yourself” is now a lark.
The PR beasts and TV liars
Spew filth to feed the brain’s small fires.
The crowd turns numb — their minds decay,
They’ll swallow anything today.
The lies grow louder, hearts grow cold —
The global Fascist age takes hold.
No Reason left — the Spirit’s dim,
While screens still howl their zombie hymn.
But labels burn, and beasts will fall —
Insanity won’t rule it all.
The Sun, not cows, now clears the air —
It burns the filth — the world laid bare.
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1.
Burn the labels — burn the lie.
Let the Spirit, not the sky, decide.
2.
Their world’s a brand — their souls are sold.
But Truth ignites — and melts their mold.
3.
No more slogans, no more slime —
The Fire ends their plastic time.
4.
Sun of Truth — incinerate!
Fake and foul — annihilate!
5.
They sold their minds for hollow fame —
We’ll burn their world — and cleanse the Name.
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Burn the labels, scorch the lie.
The Sun will cleanse — let falsehood die.
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The Brave Dog
A little dog with steel in heart —
He snaps at mutts without a pause.
But gentle with his human part —
Strength counts for naught; compassion’s laws.
He chased them all — myself included —
Among the weak and faint of soul.
Few brave ones walk this Earth, undiluted;
The dog’s a guide, not swine’s control.
Yet swine sets every “standard” high,
Though hidden by a lie’s thin veil.
Each one here, like pioneer, must vie
To serve… evil. Don’t dare derail!
For evil wears the name of “good,”
Even the dog can read the plot.
But with the two-legged, tyrant’s hood
Has smashed their minds — the truth forgot.
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1.
The dog is brave — the swine deceive.
Truth stands firm, but fools believe.
2.
Few dare, yet one dog shows the way.
The tyrants lie — the meek obey.
3.
Courage bites, while falsehood reigns.
The dog sees clear through all their chains.
4.
Brave dog fights, the swine just play.
Evil wears a mask — beware its sway.
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The dog stands brave — the swine lie bare.
Evil wears a mask, but truth is there.
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The Seed of Renunciation
If in you lies this tiny seed —
Nurture it, cherish every deed.
Expose it to the Sun’s pure light,
And water it with Truth’s own might.
Though lies grow wild, a choking weed —
Protect the sprout, remove the greed.
Else soon it dies — too soon, too fast —
Lost to the vile and shadowed past.
Among the weeds the pests abound,
Keep it safe, let none confound.
For if this plant should fade away,
Only oblivion will stay.
Within the seed a Spirit’s spark —
It alone gives value in the dark.
The rest are whispers, filth, and spite,
Dragging the world from Truth to blight.
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1.
Nurture the seed — let Truth ignite.
Lies choke the world — defend the light.
2.
A spark of Spirit in your hand —
Protect it well, or lose the land.
3.
Weeds may rise and pests may crawl,
The seed survives — and conquers all.
4.
One seed of Truth can brave the night,
While lies collapse before its light.
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Nurture the seed — let Spirit rise.
Lies will fall before its eyes.
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Knock, Knock, Knock…
Knock, knock, knock — it’s not so hard
To bear this crazy, lying world,
Though falsehood strikes, grotesque and marred,
Its filth and woe around us curled.
Knock, knock, knock — the Judas taps,
The traitor marches as if to war.
Work? Duty? Friendship? Traps!
Love? To hell with that — nothing more.
What friendship lives among the slaves?
What love dwells in the fool’s dark halls?
Their only service feeds the graves,
Their veins run poison, not blood at all.
Knock, knock, knock — the fascists pound,
To spill the last drop, drown the mind.
In this dim world, they’d drag us down,
And drown both Spirit and Reason blind.
Light! Light!! Light!!! — the Sun will blaze,
Scorching Hell’s abyss to ash.
It burns the filth in all its maze —
Tremble, traitor, feel the lash!
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1.
Knock, traitor, knock — your lies will burn.
The Sun will rise, the world will turn.
2.
Fools and fascists strike and pound —
The Spirit’s light will burn them down.
3.
Knock, knock, knock — your end is near.
The Sun will scorch all lies and fear.
4.
Traitors tap, the world deceives —
The Fire of Truth will make them grieve.
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Knock, traitors, knock — the Sun will rise.
Your lies will burn before all eyes.
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People on a Platter
Small people,
From a tiny “land,”
Food served merely
On a platter, hand in hand.
This war is for the soul,
And long it’s raged.
Listen to none —
The brazen fool is staged.
Here, only nonsense speaks,
All media lie.
They promise much,
While devouring all nearby.
Distractions abound —
The plates are just a guise.
Less is the torment
If horror hides from eyes.
Horror’s always near —
The brazen media scheme
Distracts with poisonous lies
That fog the mind’s bright beam.
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1.
Small people serve the mighty’s feast.
Their souls are war — their truth deceased.
2.
Media lies, distractions spread —
But Spirit wakes where fools are fed.
3.
On platters lie the meek and small.
The Sun will burn the lies of all.
4.
Fools are served while liars dine.
The Spirit fights, the truth will shine.
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Fools on platters, lies abound.
The Spirit wakes — the truth stands sound.
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Emptiness and Chaos
To fill the void with endless drivel,
The primal core of Consciousness itself,
And then call all this chaos civil,
A super-valuable piranha on the shelf.
The result — it tears the flesh away
From all phenomena, consuming still
Only “surfaces,” while madness holds sway,
A spirit tormented by the beast’s cruel will.
In such a race, you’ll lose the Pure,
Devoured by carnivorous desire.
The Light loves emptiness, demure,
Yet smoke and stench obscure its fire.
Cast off the nonsense — be empty, clean.
Forget your cares, your vows, your dreams.
Or else the piranha’s worm unseen
Will grow inside, fed by corrupt schemes.
Reject the fools, their tainted ways —
They’ve fouled all spiritual traditions.
From such a world, depart, erase
Yourself — it’s only plebs and conditions.
To work with this Emptiness today
Is granted to the rarest few.
The world is trash, its reason astray —
The mind’s clarity only dreams pursue.
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1.
Empty your mind — cast nonsense out.
The Light remains while lies burn out.
2.
Piranhas gnaw at all you see —
Emptiness alone will set you free.
3.
Fools have poisoned every way.
The Spirit’s void will make them pay.
4.
The world’s a mess, its reason thin.
Emptiness cleanses all within.
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Empty your mind — let Spirit reign.
All lies will burn, all filth in vain.
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Betrayal and Greed
Consumer lust and traitors’ ways,
Mad nonsense spreading all around.
Fear, corruption, greedy craze —
Is this a world? A madhouse found.
The “Doctor” spews his poisoned spiel,
A creature vile, a human sham,
Who smooths the lies like padded wheel.
What more do beasts require of man?
Just taxes, booze, and food to chew,
A little fun to keep them blind.
Prepare their bibs, their slop, their stew,
Clear ears, devour — and howl, unkind.
Hear this: propaganda tears
What once withstood its grinding sway.
The fascist gangs, now drunk on airs,
Have sunk in hate and led astray.
The “Doctor” injects his special brew,
Its lies a base — a potent scheme.
Those creatures follow orders true,
And raze the world like fevered dream.
On ruins they will build anew,
All madmen swept into the fray.
The new regime — behold the view:
Where humans dwell, the filth will stay.
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1.
Traitors feast while fools obey.
The Spirit burns — the lies decay.
2.
Greed and treachery rule the land.
One spark of Truth will make them stand.
3.
The Doctor feeds the world with lies.
The Spirit sees — the falsehood dies.
4.
Fools are slaves to filthy schemes.
Truth will rise and crush their dreams.
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Traitors reign, the fools obey.
Truth will rise and burn their sway.
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The Quiver of Delirium Beneath Our Feet
No ground beneath our feet — just trembling MADNESS now,
All turned to fools — the rot of ages shows its brow.
Mad slaves — so easy to command, a hand to steer,
And next they’ll be mere cattle — killed, or brought to fear.
To do it, they chase souls and minds with frantic lies,
Driving only nonsense, till the heart and reason die.
From all this filthy drivel springs a vast and dreadful harm,
No soil beneath our footsteps — first you drown within its charm.
Then bite and cling with teeth to Spirit’s single thread,
The days are coming near — in SPIRIT lives the bread.
Motion in the world will be — a Cataclysm will come,
It’ll sweep away this wretched yoke, this slavish, hollow scum.
It’ll wipe out that poor bondage, and Light will fill the span —
So runs the answer dealt to Evil’s ghastly plan.
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1.
No ground remains — the Spirit stands.
Light will sweep away all evil hands.
2.
Madness quakes beneath our feet.
The Spirit rises — Evil meets defeat.
3.
Slavery falls, the Light ignites.
The Spirit burns through endless nights.
4.
Fools may rule, the world may shake.
But Spirit wakes — their lies will break.
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No ground beneath — yet Spirit stays.
Light sweeps the world, and ends the maze.
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Schizo-Protection
Schizo-protection —
Better than all shields.
All the stinking LIES around —
Like oil, it kills the fields.
When Spirit fades, the self
Becomes a zombie’s mask,
And schizophrenic stealth
Turns fools into the task.
It’s not enough to stay —
Madness is weak defense:
You sell yourself away
To scum — their vile expense.
When scum destroy your mind,
It’s over, all is lost.
But schizophrenia will find
Strength — you gain at no cost.
Suddenly you’re invulnerable:
No one can drive you insane,
For you are already mad,
Arrows of shit miss their aim.
All the filth inside your head
Will shield you from the sting.
Propaganda pricks
Only scratch — they cannot bring.
It merely twists the nonsense,
Not driving it in deep.
The villains stand aside,
Too busy, not a peep.
Schizo-protection —
Multiply it fast.
Multiply its stench,
And a Schizo-storm will last.
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1.
Schizo-shield — the lies decay.
Madness guards where fools betray.
2.
Madness shields, the scum can’t strike.
Schizo-force protects alike.
3.
Insane, yet safe — the arrows miss.
Schizo-power burns the abyss.
4.
Multiply the madness, stench and all.
Schizo-storm — no lies shall crawl.
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Schizo-shield — the scum cannot strike.
Madness reigns, and truth survives alike.
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The Zombie Box and the Rabble
The Zombie Box — a circus of fools.
The chief clown? The so-called president.
Many other freaks play the rules,
A fake-scientist spreads fog with intent.
He serves as fakir, clouding all eyes,
While the master of ceremonies will say
That elections rule the world’s guise,
And all TV watchers nod away.
They swallow it whole — they “choose”
What every vile hand sneaks in.
Their minds are empty, their Spirit mute,
Disconnected from what’s within.
Thus the Zombie Box can convince
Them of anything at all.
The world’s a circus of the insane,
Since God abandoned the hall.
A circus of freaks plus fools combined —
Plainly, it’s a madhouse declared.
The refuge of all “patriots” blind —
A wild Sodom, no countries spared.
It’s global. Ruled by creatures vile,
Not by the dumb clown-president.
Or by the parliaments’ servile pile —
All bound by lies as cement.
The Zombie Box will spread deceit,
The zombified masses will believe.
Hence this lousy fascism feeds,
For not a people — but rabble conceived.
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1.
Fools on screens, the rabble cheers.
Truth stands firm while lies appear.
2.
The Zombie Box spreads endless lies.
The Spirit sees — the falsehood dies.
3.
Circus of freaks, the world enslaved.
One spark of truth — the lies are razed.
4.
Clowns and scum control the show.
The Spirit wakes — their power goes.
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Fools on screens, the rabble reigns.
Spirit wakes — their lies are chains.
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Lies to the Brim
Stones in the kidneys,
Bile in the mind,
You’re like a barrel —
Torment confined.
Lies are poured,
Filled to the brim.
The “elite” —
Devils who scream.
Along with their
Little dog Judas.
Time of the crush —
The Spirit’s fuss.
They’ll squeeze you dry,
The body remains
Soulless. And
Hell’s work gains.
It will end —
Complete knockout.
If you obey —
Scout of evil, no doubt.
Fight, don’t
Wait for mercy:
Spirit is valued —
The bastards perish.
With a Pure Spirit
Opposition falls —
Defeating the hellish
Demons’ thralls.
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1.
Spirit stands — the liars fall.
Hell’s deceit will heed your call.
2.
Fight the lies, let Spirit reign.
Bastards burn, their power slain.
3.
Filled with lies, the world may scream.
Spirit’s light will crush the scheme.
4.
Oppose the hellish, stand and strike.
Spirit triumphs — demons like.
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Spirit stands — the liars die.
Hell’s deceit crushed — their power lies.
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Cash and Evil
"One must be dead to prefer money."
— Marina Tsvetaeva
Dow… Dow-n index —
Greed and “success.”
Whores, vodka, sauna mix —
A multitude of excess.
And all “life” is this —
Business, damn it all!
The song is sung:
Dead — count the cash, stand tall.
Envy this! they cry…
Like a Papuan fool:
“Beads” — money stored high,
A token, a tool.
The whole world — those “beads,”
If Spirit is lost in oblivion.
Listen to none —
Lies pierce the ears like scission.
Start from the beginning —
Understand all from zero,
Or the Soul will vanish
Among beads where decay grows.
They’ll drain your soul —
This inhuman scheme
Was created to enslave.
Cut the “cabbage” — hell deem.
Man is made for Creation —
Not for cash.
Cash is anti-divine,
A concentration of Evil brash.
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1.
Cash rules fools — the Spirit dies.
Evil grows where money lies.
2.
Beads of greed will steal your soul.
Creation fights — reclaim the whole.
3.
Man is made for art, not cash.
Evil crumbles in Spirit’s flash.
4.
Money blinds, the world decays.
Spirit rises, Evil pays.
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Cash blinds fools, the Spirit wakes.
Evil falls where truth remakes.
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The Image of the Enemy
Without an enemy’s face,
What’s the point of all the drink?
Let’s pick some foolish neighbor —
Who cares? It’s easy to sink.
That same fool — reversed,
It’s all habitual, you see.
Spreading nonsense comes so easy,
So common, so routine to be.
They take that nonsense as truth,
The fools believe the lie.
Assign the enemy
A darkness deep and sly.
We’ll stage some “terrorism” —
Our secret services can play.
Mass stupidity!
Who needs friendship anyway?
When one nation,
As in Korea, strikes its own,
So boldly beats a brother down,
Lies multiply full-blown.
All the falsehoods spread,
Until submission reigns complete,
When rotten chaos finally kills itself,
Not petty squabbles — concrete.
Example here: CowID.
Earlier seeds were sown,
Lying AIDS, propaganda spread,
And poisoned minds had grown.
Without an enemy’s face,
The rabble would be bored.
So we forge the mask!
The horns stick everywhere —
Yet sheep never see the sword.
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1.
Forge the enemy, blind the herd.
Lies spread fast — the truth deferred.
2.
Without a foe, the fools would sleep.
So lies arise, their minds to keep.
3.
Mass stupidity reigns supreme.
The Spirit wakes — destroys the scheme.
4.
Enemies imagined, horns on display.
Sheep never see the lies at play.
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Forge the foe — the herd obeys.
Spirit rises — shatters their maze.
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The Cat Ain’t a Fool
The cat ain’t a fool
(Servant of fake, lying lands).
Though life comes easy, cool,
He’s smarter than the sheep’s commands.
All the sheep are penned in rows,
But he — walks on his own.
Some sheep wear badges, though —
Grilled skewers not from hate, just shown.
The rest of the sheep comply —
Orders given, they obey.
The cat inflicts wounds
Only on rats, the decay.
Sheep cannot grasp the cat,
How cunning felines move.
Propaganda dogs bark loud —
The lies? The cat will disprove.
Already the vermin tire
Of these skewers set to burn.
Cats have the courage
To avoid the chains that turn.
The cat has no master here,
Just a symbiosis free.
And loves, with desperate cheer,
Freedom only — the key.
With sheep, the reckoning comes —
Worldwide slaughter, true.
The world is cleansed of filth,
Yet another fight’s due.
For other masters wait,
A sick disgrace to Earth.
Not a “Mamayevo” army,
But hordes of nuclear blight at birth.
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1.
The cat stands free — the sheep obey.
Rats and lies will pay the way.
2.
No master binds him, no chain can stay.
Freedom strikes — the filth decays.
3.
Sheep are penned, but the cat prevails.
Evil falls where courage sails.
4.
Cunning cat, the vermin fear.
Chains break fast when freedom’s near.
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The cat stands free — the chains will break.
Evil falls where courage wakes.
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Lies and Endurance
"Oh, endless spring, without an end or bound—
Without an end or bound, the dream resounds!
I know you, life! I take you in!
And greet you with the ringing of the shield!"
— Alexander Blok, 1907
Oh, deceit without end or bound,
Endless lies all around:
Vile creatures howl and bark —
Endurance stretches in the fools’ dark.
There’s nothing to accept in this world —
The tale nears its close.
Lies at the heart of the story —
The whole world turned madhouse, morose.
Yet do not accept this madhouse,
For soon it will burn away.
One goal here — not to become
A vile wretch, led astray.
Only courage, and critical mind,
And struggle, even if chances are none.
On Earth, cataclysms cycle —
They will sweep all, and nothing shuns.
Man will vanish. Only in Spirit
Will bright, radiant life remain.
Though darkness swirls and mercenary hounds —
Hold firm, fight on, fight through the pain!
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1.
Endless lies, the fools still cheer.
Spirit rises — the path is clear.
2.
Deceit may howl, the world may fall.
Courage stands — Spirit over all.
3.
Fools endure, but lies will break.
Only Spirit, only courage wake.
4.
Madhouse reigns, yet do not bend.
Fight in Spirit — truth won’t end.
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Fools endure, lies howl around.
Spirit stands — the truth unbound.
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Imps and Pigs
"Four little black, smudgy imps
Drew a draft with black ink tips."
— Tongue twister
Four “honest” imps
Met two — the “saints.”
The little devils, stubborn though,
Aren’t insane. The “saint” paints taints.
Otherwise, equilibrium
Would settle… in hell.
A sample of sheep-madness —
The world has long gone to hell.
An active imp. The “saint” —
Mostly just pure lies.
Not crucified on a cross —
On falsehoods. But leave the cross aside.
Like other priests of delusion:
There, Satan set the stage
To torment all the world
Without a single moral gauge.
“You are a slave,” subservience,
And all the other crap.
What nonsense, what absurdity!
Only a pig would devour that trap…
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1.
Imps scheme loud, the saints just lie.
Only pigs devour the filth they spy.
2.
Devils act, the saints deceive.
Truth stands strong — the pigs perceive.
3.
False saints preach, the world decays.
Spirit strikes — the lies ablaze.
4.
Imps plot, lies fill the air.
Only courage fights despair.
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Imps scheme, false saints deceive.
Only Spirit strikes — pigs leave.
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The Headless Rider
Riders of the End of Days —
Like a twisted, friendly sketch.
Our song is sung, the world ablaze,
When another joins the stretch.
There’s another dreadful rider —
The one without a head.
He’s the breeding ground of vile evil —
Humans reduced to mere dread.
This is horror, plain and grim.
The rider tramples the remains.
Soon he’ll strain, transform the dim —
Ass into head, what madness reigns.
And those asses will then ride
Across the fields, the stalks to crush.
All experience will be denied —
Burn the stalks, the asses hush.
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1.
Headless rider stomps the field.
Stalks burn — the asses yield.
2.
Evil rides with no head shown.
All the rot will be overthrown.
3.
The rider tramples, chaos flies.
Asses fall, the stalks arise.
4.
Fields of filth beneath his stride.
Spirit strikes — the rot can’t hide.
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Headless rider crushes all.
Rot burns, the fools will fall.
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Filth of the Earthly Pigpen
Is this a world or just a pigpen?
Yet if the boar is “first in line,”
Amid the fuss of false esteem
You’ll miss the rot beneath the grime.
Infinity, the boundless vast —
The world of Consciousness: in Light, it’s whole,
The dance of Time, the stretch of Space —
Far from the wretched filth that trolls.
Look at the pigpen, plain to see,
Literally foul, yet there’s a spark.
A first glimpse of what might set you free —
And from the muck, you’ll soar up, stark.
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1.
The pigpen reeks, the fools abide.
Spirit soars — filth cast aside.
2.
Rot rules the pen, the world in grime.
Rise in Light — escape the slime.
3.
Earthly swine wallow and feast.
Spirit flies — the muck released.
4.
In the pigpen, chaos thrives.
Only courage — the soul survives.
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The pigpen stinks, the fools remain.
Spirit rises — filth meets flame.
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Deleting My Accounts on “Literary” and Other Platforms
The video ends, perhaps:
No views, or banned outright.
To be a poet in a world of filth,
Where hidden tyrants rule the night,
Means constantly running into walls.
A heap of websites, shitty as they are,
Deleted everything. The law
Of this realm is harsh and bizarre.
Here, one must obey the vile
And never bleat or call.
Sing hosannas to the darkness,
Or join the media thrall.
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1.
Poet banned, the filth prevails.
Spirit fights — the truth unveils.
2.
No views, no voice, the tyrants cheer.
Rise in Spirit — the lies disappear.
3.
The world censors, the scum rejoice.
Stand in Spirit — reclaim your voice.
4.
Filthy media rules the day.
Spirit strikes — it clears the way.
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Poet silenced, the filth still reigns.
Spirit rises — truth breaks chains.
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Drunken Lure
Drunken lure invites — a trick,
Where mind can rest, but just a bit.
The tension strikes, more fierce than death,
It drains the soul with final breath.
If it exhausts your Strength and Might,
You’ll not be fool, yet void of light.
No sadder fate in this damned sphere,
No hell more dark, no doom more clear.
You’ll turn to struggle, slave’s main creed,
Though still remembering Light’s seed,
Assessing all the worldly waste,
The hollow life, the endless paste.
Gather Strength, and Rage ignite,
And burn the Filth that mocks your sight!
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1.
Rage and Strength — ignite, take flight.
Burn the Filth, restore the Light.
2.
Drunken lure cannot enslave.
Spirit fights — the soul is brave.
3.
Void of mind, yet Strength remains.
Strike the Filth, break all chains.
4.
Tension kills, but Spirit wins.
Flames of Filth, destruction begins.
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Rage and Strength will burn the Filth.
Spirit rises — the void is stilled.
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The Bottom
To measure the bottom in verse —
Muddy, tangled, hard to rehearse:
The whole world madhouse, vast and grim,
A place where lies and horrors swim.
It marches like a death camp’s tide,
Killing reason, hope denied.
Oppression grows, its grip unbroke,
Stronger than fascism’s choke.
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1.
The world descends in lies and pain.
Spirit fights — the bottom’s slain.
2.
Madhouse spreads, oppression tight.
Rise in Light — destroy the blight.
3.
Lies march forth, the weak will fall.
Strength and Spirit conquer all.
4.
Death and madness rule the day.
Spirit strikes — the rot gives way.
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Madness rules, the lies expand.
Spirit strikes — the bottom stands unmanned.
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Poetry
"A spoken thought is just a lie."
Add rhythm to words, let rhyme fly.
Then multiply all by Passion’s flame —
And many rhymes you’ll master the same.
For poetry’s reach is always wide,
Beyond the thoughts the mind can hide.
Yet fools abound, and poets sour
From bitter frustration every hour.
The depth of fall is clear and near —
All books for money, nothing sincere.
Why write poems? The world sinks fast
In fascist lies — the die is cast.
Youth parrots slogans, minds confined,
Newspeak creeping, poison designed.
Yet write — at least multiply your spark,
Small grains of truth against the dark.
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1.
Poetry fights where lies prevail.
Truth’s small sparks will never fail.
2.
The world drowns in fascist lies.
Write, resist — let Spirit rise.
3.
Fools mock, the newspeak spreads.
Poetry strikes — the darkness shreds.
4.
Books for money, truth erased.
Raise your voice — the lies displaced.
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Truth fights on where lies command.
Poetry rises — Spirit takes a stand.
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“Handy” Servants of Evil
“Handy,” God forgot their name,
Polished fools with heads cracked through;
Fedor’s sorrow — just the same —
Margarets in jagged rue.
Anti;heroes, dressed in prose,
Sold as tender “bookish” love —
Torn from Lucifer’s own shows,
Plucked and planted from above.
But those vermin feed on blood —
Don’t you sell your soul — then roar.
Torture, rage — tear every cord;
Break the bonds with Evil’s core.
Better raze the very Hell
Than to bow and play their part —
Scream, resist, and break the spell;
Don’t trade spirit for a cart.
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Reevaluation
Reevaluation — the values are fake,
Exposed are religions and myths they make.
Unmasked are the “charms” that distort every brain,
Their sweet hallucinations — pure insane.
Sharp is the mind — dissect, reveal!
Strip all delusions with ruthless zeal.
The shame of false science — its fraud, its decay,
Must be swept from the Earth — and today!
Crisis is total — all built on deceit.
Reason, awaken! Let intuition compete.
Though murky and tangled the road you traverse —
Without it, you’re lost in the sickness of verse.
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1.
Burn the fake and cleanse the core —
Truth’s no myth to praise — but war!
2.
Sweep the lies — no gods, no schools,
Let the mind break all their rules!
3.
Revalue all — destroy, reveal!
The truth is fire. Let it heal.
4.
Collapse their faiths, their hollow creed —
Truth is revolt — and that’s the seed.
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1.
When values fall, the void remains —
And in that void, the truth sustains.
2.
All idols fade — yet Mind endures,
Through shattered faith, the Light matures.
3.
No creed survives the honest flame —
What’s left is silence, pure, the same.
4.
Revalue all — let falsehood die,
And see the truth — it does not lie.
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1.
At first — reflection, calm and deep,
Where dying gods in silence sleep.
But then — arise! Tear down their lies,
And burn deceit before your eyes!
2.
The calm of thought — a razor’s edge,
Where truth stands naked on the ledge.
Then strikes the mind — no faiths remain,
Just clarity, and holy pain.
3.
Through quiet doubt the light appears,
It cuts through centuries of fears.
Then thunder speaks — “Expose! Destroy!”
For lies were never meant for joy.
4.
Be still — and watch the false decay,
The truth has never begged to stay.
Then roar — your silence turns to flame,
And burns the roots of every shame.
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Revaluation
Be still — the false begins to fade,
Its hollow thrones of fear unmade.
Then roar, O Mind! — unveil, destroy,
For truth is wrath, and wrath — its joy.
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The Madmen
"The time will come when nine madmen
will say to the one who’s sane:
‘You are sick, for you are not like us.’"
— Saint Anthony the Great, 4th century
The deeply insane now surround every side —
The age of the mad has arrived worldwide.
They come to the sane and declare with pride:
“You’re ill, for your mind’s still alive inside!”
Madness is law — their towers preach,
Their sermons rot all minds they reach.
And Reason’s last defenders fall —
The fools will burn them, one and all.
A madhouse globe — a sick parade,
Where sanity is mocked, betrayed.
So shun the lunatics, take aim —
Flee this decaying world of shame.
They build their “tribes”, their “holy bands”,
Too late — it slips from reason’s hands.
Then die, at least, as men once did —
For Truth now drowns in viral grid.
To slay the fools with lies — absurd,
Their chains encircle all the world.
Though bleak the path, and harsh the strife —
Fight on — if Reason is your life.
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1.
Nine madmen rule — and call you ill,
For daring still to have a will.
2.
The world’s asylum crowns the blind —
And burns the remnants of the mind.
3.
When madness calls itself the norm,
The sane become the heretic form.
4.
Madness reigns — the sane are few.
To fight it means to die — and do.
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When madness crowns itself as norm,
The sane must burn — to be reborn.
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Anomalies of Infernalities
Anomalies
Of virtualities —
A gentle slide
To insanity.
Fatalities
Of infernalities
Turn the world
To a grim calamity.
Only Awareness,
A Soul’s Ascension,
To Higher Truths —
That’s the gate.
Cast off Artificial
Blind Obsession —
This Hell is false.
Don’t take the bait.
Stop believing,
Stop the kneeling —
Only Spirit holds the key.
Trust in Being,
Stop your dreaming —
Wake — and set your Spirit free!
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1.
Wake up — the code is not divine,
The truth’s no screen — it burns, it shines.
2.
Cast off the lie, the digital chain —
The Spirit alone shall break the pain.
3.
Awareness burns — illusion dies,
The Soul remembers what it is.
4.
Unplug! Awaken! Tear the veil —
The Spirit’s law will not derail.
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Wake, O Soul — cast off the screen,
Illusion dies where Spirit’s seen.
Unchain your mind, ignite the flame —
Only in Spirit lives your name.
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"The Personal Equation"
Astronomer Friedrich Bessel, in the 19th century, derived the “personal equation” —
the error inherent in every observer as a unique personality.
No matter how vast a mind may grow,
It’s always but a filter, this we know.
Critical thought may reach the skies,
Yet color and depth are oft too slight.
Here, only the permitted may apply,
And if you crave “success” to gratify,
Forget the Spirit — in science’s name
For scum to mock, for fools to claim.
Science becomes mere sport and jest,
When Spirit’s lost within the mess.
Thus all their “achievements” lie —
A shame to Reason, truth denied.
True Reason walks with Intuition —
Piercing straight to Essence’s vision.
Yet filthy hands have killed Tradition,
Replacing it with “science” — polluted fiction.
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1.
Science without Spirit — a hollow game,
Its “truths” are lies, its glory — shame.
2.
Mind alone is just a sieve,
Without Intuition, what can it give?
3.
True Reason needs the Soul to see,
Else all is false reality.
4.
Success in science? Empty jest.
Without the Spirit, truth’s a pest.
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Science without Spirit is hollow, blind;
Reason alone is deaf and confined.
Intuition guides — the Soul must see,
Else all “truths” rot in falsity.
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Fascist Phantasmagoria
The imbecile now lives —
Not in the world of flesh, but in
A thoroughly phantasmagoric realm.
Yet the idiot cannot know
That the foundations of this scene
Are clips, kaleidoscopes,
Fragmentation: fools
Lost in a fog. A bullet to the skull
Strikes total lies,
Memes, viruses — the PSI.
And in the “mind” are endless wounds.
Satan in the heavens
Builds his army,
Crafting a hell on Earth.
Propaganda — like generals,
Leading decisive wars.
With this howl… they’ll finish off
All dumb, all witless:
The population trimmed down,
Leaving only rot behind.
The satanic — deformed,
All bereft of Soul.
Satanism sprouts everywhere.
Don’t rush to find yourself
On those beds. These creatures
Are doomed anyway.
For now, fascism rages
Amid the ruins of the land.
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1.
Fascism rages, fools obey,
The rotten earth becomes their prey.
2.
Imbeciles march, the soul’s denied,
Hell’s army walks where truth has died.
3.
Satan builds, the world decays,
Yet fools will burn in their own blaze.
4.
The phantasm rules, the mind’s asleep,
Only ruins, only rot, it keeps.
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Fascism rages, fools obey,
Hell walks the earth where truth decays.
The phantasm rules, the mind’s asleep,
Only ruins and rot it keeps.
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Two-Faced Reason
All constructs of the mind are ghostly,
This world itself — insubstantial, mostly.
Center yourself in Spirit — and immediately
Adequacy will rise, and vanish the pomposity.
From murky notions, unproven claims,
From forgeries, deceits, and sly games,
And from the mind of every vile diversion
That kills the intellect with fabricated version.
Diversions abound, for total slavery
Cannot be held by chains alone, see?
Madness, folly, fear, corruption, and cruelty
Are therefore spread as tools of futility.
This world is sick. Cleansing the Mind
Must become the task, first of mankind.
Yet the opposite reigns — fascism, decay,
Accompanied by demons that twist the way.
Soulless creatures — a tribe of traitors —
Attack the remnants of Reason’s theaters.
We live in difficult, final days —
The planet will purge these pests and malaise.
And life will rise in Spirit, where two-faced Reason
Is relative, and different there is the law.
Yet a chance remains — a worthy vision —
To ascend on high, leaving Hell’s enclosure raw.
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1.
Two-faced Reason blinds the mind,
But Spirit sees — and leaves it behind.
2.
Chains and lies will fall away,
The Mind will rise, the fools decay.
3.
Spirit reigns where Reason lies,
Truth ascends — the falsehood dies.
4.
Hell confines, but Spirit soars,
Two-faced minds remain no more.
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Two-faced Reason blinds the mind,
But Spirit sees — leaves chains behind.
Hell confines, yet we ascend,
Where falsehood dies, the Soul won’t bend.
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“Bandit” Youth
"Youth led us
On a saber campaign,
Youth threw us
On Kronstadt’s ice."
— Eduard Bagritsky, "Death of a Pioneer", 1932
My “bandit” youth
Passed like light smoke.
Obedience, meanness, baseness —
All gone — I wasn’t crushed.
By work for the “uncle” — pitiful,
Taxes, all the rest of the shit.
I was never a touchable fool,
I worked with my mind alone, legit.
No robbery there, no smuggling,
All those schemes — “lawyered up.”
I played the part, my own small gang?
Why? Like a pesky worm, corrupt.
I was the parasite of parasites —
The peak of the food chain.
But greed was nailed in its infancy —
So I stayed alive, spared from pain.
For a new crew, all conditions stand,
As global fascism
Will slaughter sheep by the herd —
Form your bonds, but don’t descend.
Down there — “life” by their “laws,”
A mere trap offered to the fools.
Don’t be a fool, a weakling, a jerk —
Avoid the pens, the cattle, the tools.
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1.
Don’t be the fool, don’t join the herd,
Think with your mind, not just a word.
2.
Down with the pens, the laws, the chains,
Rise with your own mind, break the reins.
3.
Bandit youth — a fleeting flame,
Survive with wit, not slavish shame.
4.
Sheep obey, but minds endure,
Forge your path — the spirit’s pure.
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Don’t join the herd, don’t bend or kneel,
Think with your mind — your fate is real.
Sheep obey, but minds endure,
Forge your own path — the spirit’s pure.
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Knowledge as Power
"Knowledge is power." To crush the fools,
Was simple once — just create the rules.
Genocide, fascist forces all aligned,
Their battle creed already well-defined.
Long ago, and Western schools as well
Teach rich boys how lies excel.
Binding falsehoods into chains supreme —
No bonds are stronger than this scheme.
“Knowledge” — the kitchen of manipulation,
Frauds, substitutions, pseudo-scientific creation.
Money as chains, religions as sham,
Slaves abound in these knowledge farms.
These schemes weave like spider silk,
And the fatest spider, vile as milk,
Sucks it all — the core of real science,
The only study of man, free from compliance.
To fools, syrup from pseudo-science flows,
Look there — only gaps, confusion grows:
Classification of nonsense, claimed “objective,”
A chaotic mess — instructions defective.
Here, in this flood, lies burn as power,
Dulling minds hour by hour.
All gullible sheep are fed this way,
“Ancestral heritage” in decay.
Knowledge is power when fools are gone,
When mad herds are left alone.
Listen to intuition — the Spirit’s might
Multiplies, and fuels the fight with Hell in sight.
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1.
Knowledge is power — when fools are gone,
Spirit and intuition lead you on.
2.
Fools drown in lies, in chains they stay,
True knowledge lights the Spirit’s way.
3.
Beyond the herd, beyond the noise,
Intuition wields the highest choice.
4.
Knowledge enslaves when fools remain,
Free minds rise, and break the chain.
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Knowledge is power — when fools are gone,
Spirit guides, and intuition leads on.
Fools stay chained, but minds ascend,
True insight burns — the lies will end.
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The Martial Art of Word-Slavery
The art of word-slavery —
A warlike game.
Any TV studio
Is like a tank — its time to claim.
To line them up as soldiers,
Register them in rows,
Especially as prisoners
Soon follow — the system knows.
Later, not a few,
Will march when war
By fervent propaganda
Is once again stirred.
It will come, for sure:
They’re paid for this —
The mercenary media scum,
For whom the homeland’s but a mist.
A smoke that, after the blaze,
Will vanish in the air.
Yet these beasts will rouse the people,
And boldly lie again, unaware.
The art of word-slavery —
A hybrid war.
Everywhere, tools of lies,
A nation fallen, marred.
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1.
The art of words — a war unseen,
A nation falls where lies convene.
2.
TV tanks, propaganda’s fire,
The people fooled, the liars higher.
3.
Words enslave, truth hides away,
A hybrid war rules night and day.
4.
Lie by lie, the nation bends,
The art of words — where war begins.
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The art of words — a war unseen,
A nation falls where lies convene.
Lie by lie, the people bend,
The hybrid war will never end.
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The Wretched Mechanism
A blunt yes-no mechanism,
The base of logic, poor and grim,
Has bred a global cretinism,
If you assess this Bedlam’s rim.
Yes or no — strike or flee:
A world of gorillas, orangutans
Walking upright. And nothing to see —
So many screens, so many lies span.
This worldwide stench of vile decay
Has covered Earth in poisonous haze.
The fascist brute, the orangutan,
Crushes all beneath its gaze.
Many small beasts are trampled there —
Monkeys, chimps, and others,
From media masses, rot and snare
Formed, gnawing reason under covers.
What remains of sanity now
Is hidden by this media flow.
And further, in fierce, corrupt display,
Monkeys will be made into hybrid woe.
A hybrid of monkey and snake —
Completes the chain of all this madness.
And it will be — Earth’s own shame,
A plague far worse than scorn or sadness.
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1.
The yes-no beast has seized the land,
Hybrid madness rules by hand.
2.
Monkeys, snakes, a world gone wrong,
Media rot makes reason strong.
3.
Hybrid fools, the Earth disgraced,
Sanity lost, the mind defaced.
4.
Beasts and lies, a poisonous stream,
The wretched mechanism reigns supreme.
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The yes-no beast has seized the land,
Hybrid madness rules by hand.
Beasts and lies, a poisonous stream,
The wretched mechanism reigns supreme.
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War Crimes of Rashism
A chain of war-crimes, endless, fierce,
Insane — redemption will be long.
This Kremlin filth will one day face the pierce,
Those bastards answering for wrong.
The scum already mark the towns — the deed:
They target children, smiling grim.
O creature — learn to love the noose, take heed;
The soldiers pay — their crimes sink in.
The TV’s fury grows more vile —
Goebbels pales beside that screen.
Rashism rages, meaner all the while,
In its last burst — obscene and mean.
They’ll grind the people into meat, into mince fast,
And then all bow as idiots, obey.
Only herds can kiss the lash and be surpassed —
A docile flock to feed their sway.
Only a herd will worship scum, adore
The ropes and trough; a zoo that can’t be freed.
In this war the menagerie holds sway —
And from that pit no simple vict’ry’s heed.
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1.
Scum mark the towns, the children fall,
The herd obeys, but the guilty shall crawl.
2.
Rashism rages, vile and obscene,
The world will see their crimes convene.
3.
Only herds submit, only fools adore,
The scum will burn — their reign no more.
4.
TV lies, the masses blind,
But justice waits for the cruel and unkind.
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Scum mark the towns, the children fall,
Rashism rages, vile and all.
Only herds obey, only fools adore,
But justice waits — their reign no more.
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Foolishness and Madness
A contest in sheer foolishness
Rages now between the “lands.”
Madness spreads with bold excess,
For pierced fools heed no commands.
The hope, the crutch of reason’s stand,
By which global fascism grows,
Is crushed so swiftly — as planned,
And Rashism’s proof clearly shows.
Praising grandfathers’ old victory,
Orcs rush boldly to the slaughter.
No trace of thought remains — only the gory,
Where only monsters walk, no quarter.
Half-witted fiends, on ruins of their “state,”
Only troubles have begun —
By war’s end, the world shall meet its fate,
A global camp — now no place to run.
The Red Cross on a white flag waves,
Yet heads remain unjoined and lost.
At least two-thirds of the world behaves
As if in madhouses, counting the cost.
Only here and there — a shooting gallery,
Fodder for the slaughter, drilled with ease.
In shameless, vile, and global tyranny,
The world sinks in madness, if you please.
The fool is tamed, subdued, and meek —
So this gallery kills with ease.
TV poisons minds, the weak and weak,
Reason fades — almost deceased.
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1.
Fools rule the world, madness reigns,
Reason fades, the mind in chains.
2.
Global fools, a madhouse spun,
TV poisons everyone.
3.
Madness spreads, the herd obeys,
Reason lost in endless haze.
4.
Half the world, a blind parade,
Sanity drowned, the mind decayed.
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Fools rule the world, madness reigns,
TV poisons, reason wanes.
Half the world obeys, the mind decayed,
Sanity lost in the global parade.
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Training the Fools
Training fools — a trivial thing,
TV’s power and offers bring
A flood of schemes the scum deploy,
Where fools themselves are drowned, destroyed.
Always frighten first, they say,
And once they yield, the herd will sway.
New horrors follow, round by round,
This concept spins the fools around.
Add problems next, provoke, inflame,
The scum then offers a “solution” game.
A simple coil of lies, they spin,
Total deceit — a god within.
All false, artificial, crude,
Yet fools are numb, their senses skewed.
Held tight within the scoundrel’s fist,
The herd obeys — cannot resist.
And the fist tightens ever more,
The fascist is their minion, core
Of these vile fiends, a slavish throng,
Whose training turns the weak to strong.
The end result of this cruel art:
A servile herd, devoid of heart,
Marked by digital noose, enslaved,
A fortress of evil, blindly braved.
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1.
Fools trained by fear, the herd obeys,
Digital noose holds them always.
2.
TV spins, the scum commands,
A slavish flock obeys their hands.
3.
Held in the fist, the fools comply,
Evil reigns, yet minds don’t try.
4.
Trained to serve, the herd is bound,
In digital chains, their souls are drowned.
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Fools trained by fear, the herd obeys,
Digital noose holds them always.
Trained to serve, their minds confined,
In evil’s grip, their souls entwined.
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To Pushkin
"My friend, to our homeland let us give
The finest, noblest sparks of soul!"
— So Pushkin wrote, in hopes to live
For honor, freedom as the goal.
My friend, today we dedicate
To homeland’s service — slavish, blind.
Its folly thrives in vast estate;
We’ll eclipse all fear, all lies, unkind.
Freedom — a dream for slavish minds?
Today’s reality — the schools declare.
Rot floods the world, and all one finds
Are tales of honor, tales unfair.
Empty stories fill cheap hearts,
For vulgar idiots, crude delight.
The country’s gone; only foul parts
Remain beneath the scum’s foul blight.
Scum forms a pyramid, as always,
A clown stands leader — nominal, vain.
Centuries of toil, bloody frays,
Infernal wars for profit and pain.
The world enslaved by cunning fools,
Songs of freedom turned to waste.
Promises and lies fill greedy tools,
The mercenary runs the place.
Yet for a crumb, he’ll bear it all,
The herd’s patience stretched beyond control.
Darkness wields their minds with skill,
No star of hope ascends their soul.
Years rot in hell, awaiting still
The cataclysm of tyrant’s will.
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1.
The herd obeys, the scum commands,
Freedom dies beneath their hands.
2.
Rot floods the world, the fools comply,
No star will rise in darkness’ sky.
3.
Slavish minds, the scum’s delight,
Years rot in hell, no end in sight.
4.
Promises lie, the herd is bound,
Tyrant’s will makes the world go round.
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The herd obeys, the scum commands,
Freedom dies beneath their hands.
Rot floods the world, the fools comply,
No star will rise in darkness’ sky.
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Ghost in the Broken Machine
“On the devil’s horns, a halo clings the tightest.”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
So much “holiness,” “progress,”
And “breakthroughs” into who-knows-what.
On the demon’s unseen horns,
A massive halo — yet it’s not.
Now it points to nothing,
Nor guides his reign at all;
A pseudo-scholar justifies
The chaos — empty call.
Apart from cause and consequence,
Which are entirely natural,
All calamities’ true impulses
Are errors. “Mind” — the valuable.
While spirituality in the machine
Is but a phantom, faint, unreal:
Within the scholar’s cretinism,
The motives of Evil none can feel.
Don’t understand — and cannot change:
A tiny halo on slaves’ heads
Devalues Spirit, places nonsense
Upon the Olympian threads.
The forecast is fatal, grim,
For Spirituality is scorned;
The world grows ever more infernal,
Year by year — beyond reform.
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1.
Ghosts haunt the machine, Spirit fades,
Errors rule, the world decays.
2.
A halo on the devil’s horns,
While minds are lost and virtue scorned.
3.
Spirit trapped, the machine’s command,
Chaos spreads across the land.
4.
Cretin scholars justify the vile,
The world grows dark, year after mile.
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Ghosts haunt the machine, Spirit fades,
Errors rule, the world decays.
A halo on the devil’s horns,
While minds are lost and virtue scorned.
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Could It Get Any Worse?
There’s a bar — it moves forever,
So far it chills the soul with dread:
Life’s burden cannot sink lower,
Worse than this — it lies ahead.
The period passes: to the filth
The idiots grow used, memory weak;
Again, wars rage, and work is guilt,
Ancient Roman slaves would shriek.
Had they arrived, they’d be appalled
By “progress” in the genocide scheme.
No hope today that all recall,
Blind, deaf, and mute — a futile dream.
The Neo-slave of chaos reigns,
One hope remains: a cataclysm
Will sweep away the chains of pains,
Evil’s rodeo falls into fascism.
Compassionate Spirits strike the herd
Of trampled cattle, worn and small;
Cowboys, servants of Satan stirred,
Collecting freaks for the Kunstkammer hall.
The guards of Darkness will display
The panopticon wherever they roam,
Showing the path to decay,
Where lies and blind obedience form the home.
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1.
The herd obeys, the world decays,
Blind to lies, lost in dark ways.
2.
Evil rides, the cattle fall,
Chaos spreads and rules us all.
3.
Slaves of lies, the world degrades,
Darkness grows, hope fades.
4.
Neo-slaves stumble, fascism thrives,
Only cataclysm will save our lives.
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The herd obeys, the world decays,
Blind to lies, lost in dark ways.
Neo-slaves stumble, fascism thrives,
Only cataclysm can save our lives.
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To Enter Politics
To rise in politics, to gain “success,”
A scum, a madman, worships empty words.
To pass the test, one must possess
An emptiness where mind and soul once stirred.
Commands from above, like caustic smoke,
Fill the void where reason should reside.
So quietly, unhurriedly, the fiend evokes
Destruction with the scum at his side.
Almost everyone becomes a fool,
Accustomed to obey, to trust bold lies.
From here, corruption spreads its rule,
Where serving filth is lucrative, and vice multiplies.
A herd of lunatics drives the mad,
Feeding nonsense to the fools, unchecked.
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1.
Empty minds obey the scum,
Madmen rule — corruption hums.
2.
Lies from above, fools comply,
Virtue dies, the herd runs dry.
3.
Scum ascends, the fools obey,
Nonsense rules the world today.
4.
Madmen lead, the herd decays,
Filth is served, truth fades away.
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Empty minds obey the scum,
Madmen rule — corruption hums.
Lies from above, the herd complies,
Filth prevails while truth dies.
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Purposeful Fools
They’re serious — chasing fleeting bliss,
Climbing “up” on others’ backs,
Honoring their place in some “high caste,”
Heeding the cheer of empty acts.
Papa and mama drilled it in,
School fanned the flames of their zeal.
Seriousness becomes their inner sin,
From an outsider’s view — the fool’s unreal.
The plague of seriousness runs high,
Afflicting nearly all the world.
Sardonic minds now fade and die,
Sarcasm’s poison fills the air, unfurled.
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1.
Serious fools climb over all,
Sarcasm dies, the world will fall.
2.
Purpose blind, the fools ascend,
Reason fades, the air they rend.
3.
Serious minds, the plague of fools,
Sarcasm drowned by their cruel rules.
4.
Fools seek heights on others’ backs,
The world grows dumb as wit attacks.
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Serious fools climb over all,
Sarcasm dies, the world will fall.
Fools seek heights on others’ backs,
The world grows dumb as wit attacks.
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Fool, Happy Birthday!
Fool, happy birthday! In the Hell of Decay
I wish you “happiness” — my own way.
My hut’s on the edge — the foundation of bliss,
Away from the blows that the center will miss.
Moments exist, though in Hell they’re scarce,
Amid fascist filth, a fleeting reprieve.
In my blind-deaf-mute little lair,
These moments linger — just enough to breathe.
But fear grows too: await the slaughter,
The world of sheep will soon turn to dust.
So better crawl into your burrow,
And guard your fleeting trust.
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1.
Fool, hide deep — the world’s a pyre,
Sheep will burn in endless fire.
2.
Moments brief in Hell’s decay,
Fear and filth will have their way.
3.
In Hell of sheep, the wise retreat,
Fleeting peace, a rare heartbeat.
4.
Crawl to your hut, the world’s a slaughter,
Sheep turn to dust — no hope, no water.
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Fool, hide deep — the world’s a pyre,
Sheep will burn in endless fire.
Moments brief in Hell’s decay,
Fear and filth will have their way.
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Smoke
The wondrous moments have vanished,
The whole land’s turned to smoke.
Only regret and guilt remain,
A tortured conscience broke.
By total lies, absurd, unmeasured,
The soul oppressed by fear and scum.
Substitutions everywhere, perverted,
Idols of devils—idiots succumb.
Revelations twisted, writings false,
“Science” adds the weight anew,
With cunning fraud and nature’s assault,
A rotten fiend enforces through.
In this decayed world, the final score
Of mockery and lies unfolds:
The criminal judges the honest,
Leaving mirages in sick minds’ holds.
Soullessness follows, grim and vast,
Infernal power conquers all.
The traitor, cop, spy, and clown,
Sadistic doctor, teacher’s thrall.
The madhouse dances on the bones,
While wails and cries only feed the show.
Excuses, lies, the world decays,
A filthy ash where life should grow.
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1.
The world’s a smoke, all truth decayed,
Infernal lies hold full parade.
2.
Souls oppressed by fear and scum,
Ash and filth where life is numb.
3.
Madhouse dances on the bones,
Lies reign supreme, and reason moans.
4.
Smoke and lies consume the land,
Infernal power rules by hand.
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The world’s a smoke, all truth decayed,
Infernal lies hold full parade.
Madhouse dances on the bones,
Souls oppressed where reason moans.
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Googleshit
Stinking Googleshit —
Not search, but filth.
Their YouTube — rotten pit,
Almost pure evil itself.
In the cesspool rise the chunks
Of the largest dung,
At the very bottom, something else —
Nothing for the mind,
Nothing for the soul to find,
Nothing worthy, nothing bright.
Algorithms push a thousand lies forward,
And only scum can bite.
For startups, it’s death…
The sulfur and lava of fascism
Flow through it. And the stench
Serves fascism, pure venom.
Evil has nested deep in that rot.
And luck won’t favor those
Who continue to use this foul product —
A burden for reason, a soul’s death.
Destination point — a world-wide camp,
Evil guides through lies.
And what’s on the flag?
Fraud. Idiots follow the guise.
They’re trained to seek the frauds:
YouTube delivers it
With Googleshit — the rotten masses,
Stinking, slavish cattle.
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1.
Googleshit spreads lies and rot,
Souls suffocate in filth, forgot.
2.
YouTube reeks of evil’s seed,
Reason crushed, the mind shall bleed.
3.
Algorithms lie, the masses groan,
Digital rot claims flesh and bone.
4.
Foul Google feeds the slavish herd,
Evil thrives where truth’s unheard.
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Googleshit spreads lies and rot,
Souls suffocate where truth is not.
Algorithms crush the mind and bone,
Evil thrives, and reason’s gone.
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In the Animal World
The little beast drags junk to its den,
Humans reduced to cattle again.
Around them chaos spreads like flame,
The world’s a madhouse, all the same.
A fiend rules the beasts, cruel and vile,
Monsters, filth, with a wicked smile.
All fascists are their servile crew,
The beast wears chains, as all beasts do.
Those cattle always don the yoke,
March to the pens the fiends invoke.
But softly spread, “It’s for your good!”
The fool who eats and drinks thinks they should.
Today fascism rages with might,
Driving the flocks to slaughter, to fight.
Hunger comes as wars thin the herd,
The only law is domination’s word.
To fool, to oppress, to kill — that’s all,
Yet the sheep cheer, heed every call.
For promises empty, they will sigh,
Content to follow, blind and shy.
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Beasts drag junk while humans kneel,
Fiends command, the flock won’t feel.
Fascism drives them to the pen,
Sheep cheer for lies time and again.
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Fiends rule beasts, humans dumbly bow,
Sheep cheer the slaughter, not knowing how.
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The Flower of Buddhism
The sheepish world has given Buddhism
The soil where its flower blooms anew.
Attachment? To this? To idiocy?
Only a fool clings to the world, it’s true.
And the rise of fascism, blatant, stark,
Escapes the notice of a single fool in the dark.
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The sheepish world lets Buddhism bloom,
Yet fools still cling and miss the doom.
Fascism rises, stark and clear,
Only the idiot sheds no fear.
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Fools cling while Buddhism blooms,
Blind to fascism, lost in dooms.
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Directly
See everything here directly,
Burn, yet first find your Way.
Then you’ll overcome mediocrity,
And leave this mad, vile fray.
Cast aside all “knowledge,” traditions, rules—
They’re nothing but rotten scars of mind.
Else agony endures, and fools, like tools,
Will seize you, leaving nothing kind.
Deadly erudition,
And lies that have eclipsed it all—
The sole tradition of a mad world,
Where Forgetting is the final thrall.
There it reigns, worse than plague or war,
Exchange of soul for food and clothes.
Avoid degradation, chains, and more—
Seek your Path from stagnation’s throes
Of this world of suck-ups, fools, and woes.
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See all things directly, burn, yet find your Way,
And leave the mad world, its fools and decay.
Forget their lies, their rotten “knowledge” chains,
Seek your Path—beyond the plague of brains.
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Burn, but first find your Way;
Leave the mad world and its fools astray.
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Burn, Madhouse!
I write in a dead language —
Soon Russia itself will vanish here.
I want to leave light on my baggage —
Let fascism judge me, let it sneer.
Let fascism kill me —
This Hell is vile to endure,
If not a traitor, idiot still,
Like a bird, you seek the sky pure.
But no paths lie here —
Decay is vast, immense:
Few are the Reasoned ones,
The rest herd-driven, dense.
No Roman tongues, no Chinese words,
Nothing else will linger here.
This world of fools will burn away —
It’s foul, profane, austere.
Fascism and wild genocide,
March in mixed, chaotic streams.
What shame, what madness, what disgrace!
I finish my poems, slow, unhurried, it seems.
Poems for the drawer, which too
Will burn in that global flame.
Yet write I must, if verse is knife —
In the Madhouse, one cannot just be tame.
The World-Madhouse, where fools
Take two-thirds, perhaps much more.
Replaced by imbeciles —
The layer of reason ever thinner than before.
Burn, Madhouse! In that ash
Let something barely sane arise.
For now, all idiots are made cattle,
A truth too cruel to realize.
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Fascism
The idiots still “think” it’s gloom —
No light, no noodles for illusion.
But “Communism”? Same perfume —
It stinks inside with same delusion.
Fascists forever preach “the fight” —
“For people’s good! For bright tomorrow!”
Their “battle pipe” blows day and night —
“All ringed by foes! So fear and sorrow!”
And those who doubt — must feel the lash,
“For their own good,” they say, while grinning.
Obedience first, revolt is trash —
That’s how the nightmare keeps on spinning.
Fascism’s here — it never slept,
It shows one side of every story.
They blame old Hitler’s twisted step,
Yet lie today with twice the glory.
Far worse than ever now it grows,
Each door is open, none can close it —
Fascism walks where Freedom goes —
And darkness thickens as it knows it.
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Fascism’s mask — the same old face,
It smiles, then burns another place.
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1.
They call it peace — but load the guns,
And bless the blood of “chosen ones.”
2.
It wears new flags, but smells the same —
The beast just changed its bloody name.
3.
Fascism’s back — no need to call.
It never left. It runs it all.
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May every lie that built their reign
Return as fire, pain for pain.
Let blind obedience eat their soul —
Till ashes whisper: This was control.
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In Memory of N;g;rjuna
“There is no birth.
There is no death.
No first.
No last.
Nothing the same.
Nothing apart.
Nothing that rises.
Nothing that falls.”
— N;g;rjuna
Dead-born children of the dead —
That’s most of them. But was It born?
And how will That one die instead,
When even Death’s too worn, too torn?
No birth, no start — the stench began
In some gray age beyond all knowing.
And still it spreads, from man to man —
Each rat keeps digging, never slowing.
All filth the same — it fills the lair,
Pretending each is someone’s creature.
A “species” now, if one should care —
A sub-class of the lowest feature.
Stillborn, sightless, rotten souls,
How could they die, who never were?
No Mind, no Spirit — just black holes,
Decay alive, obscene, impure.
For those soulless — death’s cold relief,
A numb escape, a final favor.
But those with Soul — beyond this grief,
Are passed to worlds of finer flavor.
And if this world stays dull and fake,
Let Hell itself the payment take.
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1.
No birth. No death. No soul to mend —
Just rot that calls itself “the end.”
2.
They call it “life” — a walking tomb,
Where corpses talk and flowers bloom.
3.
No death for those who never live —
The Void takes back what fools won’t give.
4.
Born dead — they fear to die.
The lie outlives the lie.
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No birth, no death — the cycle lies,
The blind adore their own demise.
The void still laughs — it’s seen before:
The dead just call themselves “once more.”
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Homo Potentialus
Man is not born wise — just given scope
To earn that name or drown in shallow.
Truth in this world’s a sickly trope;
Its chiefest aim — to dull your marrow.
Dumbing-down’s a factory floor:
They call it “raising” — neat deception.
Lies spread like ketchup — more and more,
And talent dies by slow infection.
So you must labour, ant-like, still,
To forge a mind both sharp and honest;
Or rotten chains will have their fill,
And fascism will creep from every closet.
That fascism is the mind’s result —
Not peace, but global madhouse screaming.
If you are sensitive and adult,
Then fight the beast; don’t feed its scheming.
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1.
Born half-awake, they call it “man” —
Then kill the mind as best they can.
2.
To think is pain, to serve is peace —
Thus minds are broken by degrees.
3.
They teach you rules, erase your flame —
Then name submission “mind” and “shame.”
4.
He could be more —
But crawls instead.
The slave is born
Before he’s dead.
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They forged his chains, then called it “school,”
They taught obedience — named it rule.
He could be Mind — yet chose the yoke,
And worships lies the whipmen spoke.
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The “Wealth” of Plots
Shakespeare said that all the plots
Can boil down to the main four themes.
Here lie the answers, cold as cots,
To why we rot instead of dreams.
Nature’s variety spreads much more
Than that small world of fools and leeches,
Where monsters rule and others bow,
And slavery thrives in countless breaches.
The time has come to tie the knot —
The end is grim; the madhouse burns.
All masks of evil fall, and rot
Will choke the lies for which it yearns.
The circus cannot last for long —
It shames the very Roots of All.
And soon the Sensitive will dream
Of normal worlds beyond the thrall.
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1.
The madhouse burns, the masks fall down —
No throne for fools, no kingly crown.
2.
All plots are dust, all lies expire —
The circus dies in Nature’s fire.
3.
The fools will fade, the Sensitive rise —
A world unchained before their eyes.
4.
Evil falls, the Roots stand tall —
The madhouse ends; the truth outpalls.
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The madhouse burns, the masks are torn,
No fools, no kings — the lies are worn.
The Sensitive will see the light,
A world unchained, beyond the night.
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Trash Among Filth
Trash among the filth,
The F;hrer and the Kremlin’s spawn.
The rest is empty —
To… be shot… at dawn.
Filth — the idiots, trash
Now serve as cops and spies.
The Doppelg;nger F;hrer reigns,
Kremlin only barks and lies.
Teeth are broken —
By their own garbage.
The “army” blown to bits —
The clever “war god” ravage.
Don’t fire at civilians
With “armies” blind and dumb.
The Mind went partisan —
Destroy that Mind, then some.
It’s been going on —
A global madhouse reigns.
Nenka will prevail —
Orcs crash after pains.
All the Kremlin’s hanged,
Doppelg;ngers on spikes.
Oh, how these creatures vex…
Yet irony strikes like knives.
The horror’s almost laughable,
Soon it will reach the brim.
For the clever, it’s amusement,
For the idiot, only grim.
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1.
Trash and filth, the F;hrers fall —
The dumb still stumble, mindless all.
2.
Teeth are broken, armies blown —
The clever laughs; the fools bemoan.
3.
The madhouse reigns, but soon will die —
Orcs and Doppelg;ngers will fry.
4.
Filth will hang, the masks will break —
The idiot mourns what fools forsake.
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Trash and filth will hang in view,
The masks will break, the lies undo.
The clever laugh, the fools despair —
The madhouse crumbles everywhere.
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Vidya
Before the stage of “form’s birth,”
Super-consciousness is pure, alive.
This is vidya — wisdom as the norm:
All is open, fully to contrive.
But then activity begins to stir —
And darkness thickens, pressing near.
If you lose the soul’s bright vigor,
Fear and deceit will then appear.
Illusions rise — artificial, sly,
Created from lies’ dark design.
If you don’t fight — your mind will die,
Leaving only mirages to confine.
The victim’s “consciousness” consumed
By Satan’s world, infernal and small.
Look around — the dead abound…
Almost all… discard it all.
Strive to break from Hell once more,
Return to vidya, save your soul.
For lingering long in fear and lies
Will rot the spirit, swallow it whole.
The soulless goal of Hell’s domain,
The state of mind — an idiot’s throne.
All arranged as tyranny and pain:
They strike the Mind and Spirit alone.
Yet Light is stronger than all the Dark.
Only in Light will you find release.
And for your neighbors you are charged —
Bring the Light, or rot in Hell’s crease.
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1.
Darkness rises, lies conspire —
Only Light can lift the fire.
2.
Stay in Hell too long, you’ll rot —
Save your Soul, or lose the lot.
3.
Fear and lies will gnaw the mind,
Light alone leaves chains behind.
4.
The Spirit fights, the darkness bleeds —
Bring the Light, or death proceeds.
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Darkness rises, lies conspire,
Fear devours, yet Light’s the fire.
Save your Soul, bring Truth to bear —
Or rot in Hell, in foul despair.
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The Under-Reality of Fools
The under-reality of fools,
Where clear thought hardly flies.
Wallets, bags command the rules,
While minds breed fear, deceit, and lies.
Within the Soul remains so little
Of Light, of spiritual might.
Propaganda’s sting will bite and whittle,
And school’s sole aim is dumbness bright.
Pawns in Bedlam, half-supplied,
Resistance works at quarter power.
Count yourself lucky, if you’ve survived,
Not schizoid, not idiot — by the hour.
Count yourself blessed if your Soul
Endures the madhouse vile and grim,
If you listened to lies but half,
And still retain some warmth and vim.
Here lies are total, cheats persist,
They wound the mind, they scar the heart.
Recovery comes with patient twist —
Years will heal what lies did part.
If you resolve to heal yourself,
Reject the filth that clogs your core,
The stinking Hell drags on by stealth —
Assigned to all by fate’s cruel law.
But if you shatter that foul fate —
You soar to Reality’s bright domain.
You cannot rise if you trust the hate
Of petty fiends, of Minor Cain.
Do not believe, resist, seek truth
Always WITHIN, cast traps aside,
Those snares that masquerade as light —
A squirrel’s nuts, in a wheel, they hide.
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1.
Fools rule here, their lies abound —
Seek within, or rot is found.
2.
Half the lies you hear, half the truth you keep —
Yet Hell devours while idiots sleep.
3.
The soul survives, the fools decay —
Inside lies Light to lead the way.
4.
Reject the filth, resist the snare —
Your Soul’s the prize, if you dare.
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Fools rule the world, their lies entwine,
Resist, seek truth, reclaim what’s mine.
Reject the filth, defy the snare,
The Soul survives — if you dare.
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Paintings of Salvador Dal;: “Soft Self-Portrait with Fried Bacon,” “The Dream,” and “Saint Sebastian”
Dal; vanished into distance, loving
Wife, money, honor, praise.
His self-portrait wasn’t for himself —
It showed the idiot’s maze.
From fat and lard he made a stage,
Reflecting madness of the world,
Lost in greed and fear’s cruel cage,
Mammon’s the idol, banners unfurled.
Just like for Dal; — props abound,
Else madness and fat would flow.
Like bones for beasts, the lies surround,
Supporting all we think we know.
This world stands only on deceit,
And power thrives through cruel control.
Props, chains, whips, and “law” repeat —
They crush all minds, and groans patrol.
Saint Sebastian on the props:
The stilts of liars hold the price,
While Pure Spirit hides in backyards,
And all are caught in total war’s vice,
Where Mind is killed, head on the props,
They stupefy with “science” bright,
The brain a bed of straw and logs,
Deaf to truth, asleep in fright.
Destroy the props, the stilts, the lies —
Send falsehoods of the world to waste.
Blow your trumpet at global fascism —
Show your style, and strike with taste.
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1.
Props and lies prop up the fools —
Smash them all, defy the rules.
2.
Madness reigns, the straw-filled brain —
Destroy the props, let truth remain.
3.
Saints on stilts, the world’s a lie —
Strike fascism, or rot and die.
4.
Lies crumble when the Mind stands tall —
Blow the trumpet, topple all.
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Props and lies keep idiots high,
Crush them all, let falsehoods die.
Saints on stilts, the world’s a lie —
Blow the trumpet, truth will fly.
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Inciting Interethnic Strife
It takes but little to divide:
Twist the dumb lies just a bit.
Hire vile scum who’ll crawl inside,
And multiply the chaos writ.
Then violence spreads among the nations,
They’ll call these lies their “sacred ties.”
Hardship appears at first illusions,
A mirage before the truth belies.
Propaganda soon will scream,
Then come the calls: “Attack! Assault!”
And cannons boom in deadly scheme —
Differentiate the worthless vault.
Both sides are fed with lies and madness,
Yet crafted so attacks can start.
For strife and hate, all seems harmless
Until deceit corrupts the heart.
Rot spreads through any given land,
Where monsters rule and clowns protect.
Fascism crawls in every strand,
Its law a filthy, vile defect.
Smash all the lies — “foundations,” “ties,”
Expose propaganda’s hollow play.
Rot reigns there, naked to the wise,
Madness laughs, and Heaven’s just a sway.
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1.
Twist the lies, the scum will crawl —
Fools call it “ties,” but rot enthralls.
2.
Propaganda screams, the cannons roar —
All built on lies we must abhor.
3.
Rot rules the land, the clowns protect —
Fascism wears a different sect.
4.
Expose the lies, defy their play —
Madness laughs; Heaven’s far away.
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Twist the lies, the scum will crawl,
Fools call it “ties,” but rot enthralls.
Expose the fraud, defy their play —
Madness laughs; Heaven’s far away.
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The Estates
Playing “doctor,” playing cop,
Yet in the end — a human lost.
At first, mere bustle, surface swap,
Then in the Soul, a hole, a cost.
Corruption grows, the Spirit flies,
What stays is “importance” — rot.
That rot becomes a cesspool, lies,
A vessel where the Devil’s got.
So many are these “ours,” these props,
The so-called “stronghold” of a land.
Not country, but estates of slops,
Where humans fall beneath the hand.
Where is the wrath, the vengeance high,
If devils breed within our ground?
No answer comes — the Devil’s nigh,
And few resist; the War is found.
They kill the Mind, the Soul, the spark,
These servants of infernal might.
And ears have withered from the dark,
Their lies inflame the endless night.
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1.
Rot rules the land, the Devil reigns —
Souls crushed beneath his endless chains.
2.
“Country” here is just estates —
Where humans fall to Devil’s fates.
3.
Minds and Souls are slain, hearts burned —
From lies and scum, no truth is earned.
4.
The Devil’s god, the War begun —
Few resist, the battle’s won.
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Rot rules the land, the Devil reigns,
Souls crushed beneath his endless chains.
“Country” here is just estates of scum,
Few resist, the battle’s won, they’re numb.
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Shift of Accents
For sporty “onanism,”
Prepare the fools’ new age.
“Education” like an enema
Drains the blood from every page.
Think only with the ass, they say —
Develop the main muscle well.
Chew more, spit on Honor, play
Where Conscience dies, and rot will dwell.
A slight shift of the accents —
Generations sent to waste.
Excrement is crowned as “spiritual,”
Reason rots, lies interlaced.
Frauds, substitutions, traps abound,
And endless lies fill every space.
Spirit should reign in human ground,
Not body — yet layers hide the case.
So many shifts, so many lies!
The zombie emerges from this brew.
Today’s zombie army multiplies —
Aggression marks that idiot’s view.
A horde of filth and wretched spawn
Drives zombies always to the kill.
Everything drowns in fascist dawn,
While creatures fight the Mind and Will.
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1.
Zombies march, their minds erased —
Spirit crushed, humanity disgraced.
2.
Shift the focus, rot the soul —
Bodies strong, but minds pay toll.
3.
Fools chew, Conscience dies,
The Mind drowned in fascist lies.
4.
Spirit reigns where body falls —
Zombies heed the devil’s calls.
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Zombies march, their minds erased,
Conscience crushed, humanity disgraced.
Bodies strong, but Spirit falls,
Fascist lies enslave us all.
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Answer
The worse it gets, the better still —
This filth rules here with iron will.
Piles of vile lies everywhere,
And with those lies comes cruel despair.
Trash and petty wars abound,
Fascism, genocide, all around.
The Psych Ward of the world endures,
While chaos rages, truth obscures.
The last trump card here is clear —
Few minds remain; the goats appear.
Demons multiply, beyond control,
Hell embodied swallows the whole.
Heaven thins, its light grows faint,
As Darkness thickens, vile and quaint.
Dung flies swarm over filth’s domain,
The Spirit cries, yet none restrain.
Now subtract the few that shine,
All left served on plates malign.
Prisons rise, oppression’s law,
Global fascism shows its maw.
Armies of scum march day and night,
Cry, scream — it changes not a mite.
When Heaven thins, the Light will pour,
For fiends, the reckoning’s in store.
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1.
Darkness thickens, fiends march on,
Heaven fades, but Light lives on.
2.
Global fascism, scum in line —
Few remain, yet Spirit shines.
3.
Piles of lies, the world’s a Hell,
But Light will strike, the fiends will fell.
4.
Fiends abound, Heaven thins,
Yet Light returns where Truth begins.
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Darkness thickens, fiends march on,
Heaven fades, but Light lives on.
Piles of lies, the world’s a Hell,
Yet Truth will strike, and fiends will fell.
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Verbal Diarrhea
"Deep in Siberia’s mines, preserve
Your noble patience, keep your nerve.
Your mournful labor will not fade,
And lofty thought shall bear its grade."
— A.S. Pushkin, 1827
Let my sad labor vanish, fade,
Let me disappear without a trace.
Here honored is the one who’s paid
By lies, who strengthens darkness’ place.
No hope remains — the fool believes
In tidy plots and easy schemes.
Traitor, “doctor,” spy deceives —
Their doors swing wide for crooked dreams.
Love exists in myths alone —
A wretched slave cannot adore.
The Mind here weak, all reason gone,
The fools summed up by total war.
Total lies — the basis made
For wars today, their cruel charade.
“Freedom” serves Satan’s wicked hand,
Chains imposed across the land.
Prisons will fall — no bounds remain
For digital shackles, endless pain.
The world becomes a herd, confined,
Branded with numbers, all aligned.
“Deep in Siberia’s mines” they scheme
Beneath Davos, plotting lies extreme,
Drowning all in verbal filth and spite,
A plague of words that blinds the light.
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1.
Lies abound, the fools obey —
Darkness thrives, and minds decay.
2.
Freedom sold to Satan’s hand,
Chains imposed across the land.
3.
The world a herd, all branded, bound,
Drowned in filth, no truth is found.
4.
Total lies, the Mind enslaved —
Yet Spirit fights, the brave are saved.
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Lies abound, the fools obey,
Darkness thrives, and minds decay.
The world a herd, all branded, bound,
Yet Spirit fights, the brave are found.
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Inquisition
Inquisitions in the fire —
Hardly efficient, just a show.
To turn your mind to dust, entire,
And make obedient cattle go.
That’s the purpose, that’s the aim
Of global Satan’s wicked game.
You hide in cracks, afraid, withdrawn,
Dreading the city guard at dawn.
But out they’ll drag you from your nook,
And send you off to half-Earth camps,
With “Red Cross” proudly on the flag,
While human misery expands.
Wars and hunger kept in store —
A syringe or trash works even more.
Old gas attacks? Too outdated here —
They strike with lies, in “sporty” cheer.
Super-sport: the fool’s top prize
Goes to the traitor, spy, and lies.
If you betray, if you inform —
You’re theirs, their perfect uniform.
Humanism and such nonsense here
Are just a ruse in this nightmare.
That nonsense causes greater harm
Than cannons, tanks, or open alarm.
With this nonsense, lull to sleep,
Then with a needle end the weak.
Even for fun, it’s done with ease,
A slow, precise, delightful tease.
The super-prize is spent so fast,
Faster than burning ever lasts.
For there goes the fool himself,
To needles, battles, and his wealth.
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1.
Fools march to needles, lies in hand,
Obedient cattle roam the land.
2.
Super-sport: the traitor wins,
While human cruelty spins and spins.
3.
Needles, lies, the world a game,
Fools and fiends are all the same.
4.
Mind to dust, obedience gained —
Global Satan’s sport unchained.
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Fools march to needles, lies in hand,
Obedient cattle roam the land.
Mind to dust, obedience gained —
Global Satan’s sport unchained.
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The “Like — Dislike” Scheme
Like — dislike:
“Thinks”… the imbecile.
Opportunity strikes:
Like — he grabs the pile.
Impunity reigns —
You’ll kill the beast.
The scheme’s well-tested ways —
Rot alive, to say the least.
Life is not just black and white,
The human world, a different plane.
“Brave” fools unite to fight,
All together, feeding pain.
This fight’s called —
“Bite your own tail.”
Reason decays
In this struggle, doomed to fail.
Only STUPID SCHEMES —
This is genocide,
The theme of dumbing down,
Shame imposed worldwide.
For it’s not reason here —
Just mimicry, fake,
And Earth infected by
Such a foolish stake.
Anti-entropy
Is what the world requires,
Not those “daring” piles
Of CRAP, feeding liars.
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1.
Fools unite, their reason gone,
Biting tails, the world moves on.
2.
Stupid schemes, they rot the mind,
Shame and lies are all we find.
3.
Like — dislike, impunity,
Rot alive, no sanity.
4.
Earth needs order, not their lies,
Crap and fools before our eyes.
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Fools unite, their reason gone,
Biting tails, the world moves on.
Stupid schemes and lies abound,
Earth needs order, not their ground.
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Official Nonsenseology
Official mythology —
A set of primitive lies.
Its main point: ideology,
To serve the scum that never dies.
A layer of fluff and cream,
Nonsense that cannot embed.
For the clever, there’s the scheme —
How to leave a trace in the dread.
Yet every trace drowns in the cream,
And dig too deep, you’ll face the grime:
Here you either stay unseen,
Or speak a lie, obey the rhyme.
For half-truths you must dispense,
Considering all that creamy mess.
Bravado in the madhouse makes no sense —
Few will hear, the rest suppress.
“Free” here are already few,
The record scratched to utter scrap.
One tool remains — sarcasm’s cue,
Strike Bedlam, cut the trap.
Undermine their mythology,
All consensus-based, vile and fed.
Take the psychology into account —
The harm of DUMBING down is widespread.
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1.
Official lies, a creamy mess,
Strike the scum — expose the stress.
2.
Consensus fools, all dumbing down,
Sarcasm cuts through their crown.
3.
Trace drowns in nonsense thick and vile,
Fight Bedlam’s fraud, expose their guile.
4.
Half-truths rule, the clever weep,
Strike their myths, the scum to keep.
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Official lies, a creamy mess,
Strike the scum — expose the stress.
Consensus fools, all dumbing down,
Sarcasm cuts through their crown.
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The Burden of Time
Don’t bother with plans or “projects” grand,
Don’t write your books, your songs, your rhymes.
When I was an outlaw, I was in demand —
But art? No one cares. Not in these times.
I’ve built the hardest game on Earth —
And who will need it? No one, friend.
Had I played the thug of greater worth,
I’d hit the bull’s-eye in the end.
I know the “laws” this world obeys,
Where justice rots and lies parade.
The ones who serve, who lick and praise —
They thrive. The wise? They just decay.
Yes — the fool ascends, the brave must crawl,
And I, the poet, waste my breath.
To write here’s useless — that is all.
It’s trading truth for empty death.
Yet what’s the point of cash and time,
If all’s Bedlam’s shame, a filthy scam?
Death waits — she’ll hold my stirrup prime,
But better I leap — and crash — than damn.
For verse itself’s a way to fall,
To burn, to scream, to rip the veil.
And if I’m reborn as a toad, that’s all —
At least I’ll find a pond, not a sewered jail.
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Death waits — she’ll hold my stirrup tight,
Better I leap than rot in blight.
The world thrives on fools who crawl,
But I’ll burn, scream, and risk it all.
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The F;hrer and the Bedlam
The “clear-faced” F;hrer
Leads all the orcs in line.
So culture’s dead here —
An idiot claims to shine.
But he does not command —
It’s a cargo cult affair:
Duplicate levitator,
And Kremlin’s sporty scare.
So comes the “physical” training:
Needles, junk, parade,
Run boldly, never frowning —
Attack! The plan is laid.
Their schemes are plenty,
Yet powder’s running thin.
Feel sorry for the fool?
No — the meat must spin.
For cargo cults, the flesh must live,
To feed the grinder’s game.
And if the junk’s not killed in time —
The whole Bedlam dies in shame.
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1.
F;hrer leads, the orcs obey,
Idiot rules — Bedlam’s way.
2.
Cargo cults and needles run,
The meat must live — the fool’s undone.
3.
Schemes are plenty, powder thin,
All will rot — Bedlam’s sin.
4.
Run, attack, the idiot thrives,
Meat and madness, all survives.
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F;hrer leads, the orcs obey,
Idiot rules — Bedlam’s way.
Cargo cults and needles run,
The meat must live — the fool’s undone.
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Nightmares
“Nightmares, damn it, nightmares, damn it, nightmares!”
From a criminal song.
The nightmare repeats —
The rulers’ inhuman creed.
But nightmares aren’t for free —
The people pay; they signed the deed.
To follow the so-called “laws,”
To trust all lies in total sway.
All the stupid motherfuckers,
Serve the vile, and kneel, obey.
And play a part in these nightmares
Through treachery, through toil,
Through indulgence. Losers proud
Of their own filth and spoil.
That filth is called a formation,
A clan, sometimes a state.
From one disaster to the next —
Don’t shy from war, accept your fate.
War and pandemic plague,
Soon famine grips the globe.
If lies can blow your mind away —
Offer up an empty skull as tribute.
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Nightmares repeat, the rulers rule,
The fools obey, the world a ghoul.
From war to plague, from lies to pain,
The empty skulls are all that remain.
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