19 poems

“Education” and Propaganda

Numbed emotions, twisted logic,
Under pressure lies, half-truth fruits bloom —
So “school” appears, its “pedagogy”
Breeds slaves. And the torrent of crap

Destroys Reason, Talent, and the skill
To tell the trivial from what matters.
The program’s aim is clear — to dumb
All children down, to kill the Spirit.

To turn “what to be” into a job,
And what you become — of course, a fool.
They’ll lure you with “religions” too —
And you’ll serve them, Spirit crushed.

Drill, fear, obedience — the whole
Assault upon the fragile mind.
Few children escape corruption,
While others enter Bedlam as… sums.

Not just a cog, as once before,
But numbers, digits, awaiting in digital camps.
“Education” of the dull-witted slave
Becomes paramount in the World’s Asylum… almost.

Ideologies of servitude, their crafting
And enforcement in society as axioms —
The foundation, since oak processing
With super-cement binds the whole Bedlam.

Thus propaganda lasts a lifetime,
Where Hitler and Goebbels walked the stage.
All your life, your mind is shat on
By a vile gang — Everest-high heaps of lies.



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Numbed minds, twisted lies, they train the slave,
Crushing Spirit, turning bold into the naive.
School of fools, where half-truths reign supreme,
A lifetime drowned in propaganda’s scheme.



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Army of Fools

They strike in the rear when a fool
Turns ally into the enemy’s dark.
He’s the hope of fascist forces,
And that “army” costs a heavy mark.

Not few are the tools, not few the means
To dumb them down and crush their mind.
He never sees the foulness —
Beyond food, nothing else he’ll find.

The wise may tremble, hands will shake —
Not all can bear this crushing tide.
The fool’s strength is boundless —
With it, they plan the wise to divide.

The fool is always within reach,
Long since he hit the bottom of submission.
The leaders of this brainless horde
Drill generations into dull precision.

Corrupt, vicious propagandists
Instigate all the dumb to obey.
It’s like a nightmare’s waking dream —
All their stupid lies hold sway.

They strike with skill, yet the fool
Pierced by numbers stands supreme.
At first, misfortune is the least,
But soon the damage grows extreme.



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Fools strike in force, their numbers swell,
The wise are crushed, the world a hell.
Corrupt, dumb armies march in line,
Destruction grows, their strength malign.



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Hardening and Dumbing Down

Personality, memory, shape, and hue,
Feelings coarsened, flattened too.
They give us super-cement to bind,
No restraint — the mind confined.

This cement sinks deep in the ground —
No rising high, no loftier bound.
You’ll be brazen, dull, and vile,
Bow to the stronger, reconcile.

Listen to lies upon this day,
If cement has trapped your way.
Its fortification in the war
Becomes the “monument” they adore.

A war with heights is waged above,
The more who fall, the more Satan loves.
He’s general — not some Fritz,
Or zombified cattle in fascist blitz.

The problem here is painfully slow:
The monument’s ranks barely grow.
Breakdowns abound — madness like spring colds,
Thus fascism through Bedlam unfolds.

Do not cling — release the form and hue.
Only the Pure Spirit can carry you
Out from the fascist ranks’ deadly fold,
Beyond the cement that strangles the bold.



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Cemented minds, coarse hearts, they bind,
Fascist ranks crush spirit and mind.
Fall low or rise — the choice is thine,
Only the Pure Spirit breaks the line.



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Fascist cement crushes the mind,
Rise with Spirit, leave the blind behind!



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1.
Cemented fools, hearts turned to stone,
Spirit fights — you’ll rise alone!

2.
Fascist lies build walls so high,
Break through with Spirit, do or die!

3.
Brains dulled, hearts crushed, the world confined,
Only Spirit frees the mind!



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Herds and Vile Things

Of a hundred that will charge the field,
Bare ten remain alive, at best.
Their minds swing wide — they never yield;
They always hit the “ten” — the rest.

That lack of chance the fools ignore
By nature; lowing, meek, they stand.
They chew, obey — the herd’s the core;
“People” as such are gone from land.

This mass won’t march itself to camps,
It won’t invent its slaughter’s song.
A crowd of fools — in crowded clumps
War’s tinder lies, and wars prolong.

Set up the games between the herds,
Plant stinking goats to pull the strings —
Those “presidents” — puppet words;
The fools applaud the cruelings.

Those plays lead to a scattered mind,
To ruin reason, common sense.
The monsters pour their slops — the kind
Of lies and ducks that breed offense.

They’ll bait, provoke, and send to death —
So few the wise within the flock.
They’ll kill the few; their final breath
Leaves only scum atop the rock.

There’s super-scum — a soulless lord;
Fascists serve him; traitors wait.
Corruption’s reached the final chord,
Decay has come to consummate.

Destroy that filth — all slavery’s seed,
And chains with it; and free the minds,
So clever ones won’t be decreed
To steer the herds, brute beasts and blind.



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STENCHes

A monstrous heap, too vast to bear,
Of filth so vile it taints the air:
The fascist “media” — STENCHes foul!
In minds they breed illusions’ howl.

These mirages pursue from youth —
In kindergarten, schools, and truth
Of universities — they steer,
While STENCHes serve the purpose clear.

The cowardly fool will be subdued,
An idiot’s lot — the common feud.
“Better,” they think, for Satan’s god,
While Spirit’s spent, crushed by the rod.

The primal task is set in place;
They’ll solve it through the STENCHes’ grace.
A glitch arises? Rotten scum
Will vanish — purged, the deed is done.

The world’s end fruit: the God returns,
He sees the filth, the lesson burns.
No judgment here, just swift retreat:
The VILE is flushed — the purge complete.



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Clowns in the Zoo-Circus

The whiner’s no politician,
The tragic one’s in the news —
An analyst? Out of position,
In the show they’ve got no use.

A gathering of freaks —
A full zoo-circus reigns,
You might stumble on iniquity,
Where cruelty holds its chains.

The world drifts toward sunset,
Numbed by lies and guile.
It’s payback in reverse,
When Spirit’s exiled a mile.

The tragic must whine here,
And call the mind to heed.
The analyst may show the way,
But only if hearts take heed.

Yet motion leads to the abyss —
A clown is needed to distract,
To muffle fear and timidness,
Keeping chaos intact.

The scummy “president” reigns,
A “specialist” of the state.
Since fascism stinks so rotten here,
This world’s fucked — a sorry fate.



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Observing Consciousness from Outside

A doubling of unknowing,
When the mind guards the brain.
Foul Freud’s legacy showing —
Only diploma counts as gain,

If he follows that “school,”
“Scientific” — yet full of schemes.
So many traps in the rule
Of life lived inside such dreams!

You trust your soul, your Spirit,
To mindless, servile tools
Who only know how to listen
And spew nonsense in the schools.

Those creatures set up your chaos.
Now that chaos spans the globe.
They “honor” decay — a path
Where all dissolves in a dismal robe.

These planted seeds of nonsense
Are no accident — to dumb you down.
Even more important, of course,
Is to crush the soul, remove the crown.

A tripling of unknowing
Happens if men fail to see
This vile inheritance
That turns us all to beasts, utterly.



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Sacred Bonds, God’s Slave, and the Rest…

Tales of bondage —
“Bonds,” “God’s own slave”:
Feed that from the cradle —
And the mind grows weak, a knave.

“Flesh and blood” of God, they say —
Gobble it up… a cannibal’s way.
Folly’s road is wide and deep:
One step — and down you steep.

The Light is not in fables —
It always burns WITHIN.
But all of this is subtle:
Ignite, let your fire begin.

Become like God,
Exhaust your force,
Walk the hard road
Of the Spirit, with no remorse.

Fall into those tales —
And serve Satan’s call.
Only to him a child
Is enslaved… In war, we fall.

Yet in Spirit we are reborn,
Without priests, without their sway.
Rise above the lies and scorn,
Walk the path your own way.



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Spirals of the Problem

No man — no problem, so they say.
Another spiral of this plight:
Multiply the lies, let falsehoods play,
Drown everything in total night.

Then there’ll be no humans left to name,
Only fools, a bleating, stupid herd.
This is the age’s sickest shame —
All truth consumed by endless word.

The fascist grin is blunt and grim,
Their lies more stupid, more profane.
Few keep their heads — the world grows dim;
Some idiot trusts and joins the train.

He’ll charge to finish Reason off,
You just keep spreading those deceits,
And Soul will vanish, turned to dross —
A slaughterhouse where Mercy cheats.

Pens, corrals, where once the world was small,
Now drive the herds — and we comply.
We earned this fate if we do not call
The lie by name and let it die.

Life’s punishment — no end in sight,
A long sentence in a soulless cage:
Transformed to cattle, stripped of light,
Where monster filth becomes the age.



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Cargo Cult and Total Nonsense

The cargo cult of grandeur,
Of honor, wit, and claim;
And “theism” of existence
For the rabble in the shame.

Amid the fascist filth,
Only scum will thrive,
Dancing rounds around the unclean,
Keeping their vile hive.

People wither in the stench
Of media lies, their Spirit drained.
Money reeks of Hell itself,
Servants of Satan, unchained.

Here it’s full to the brim with fiends,
And rotten lies persist,
Relentless in their spreading,
Impossible to resist.

Add even a fraction here —
Your backbone breaks, undone.
Grasp at straws, the final scrap —
The very last of nonsense spun.



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Continuous War

Truth is the war’s first sacrifice,
And “meat” for mince — the second feed.
There’s no more separate “country” here —
A monster culls the cattle breed.

There is no peace — a satanic hold,
A farm where humans are the stock;
In minds are ragged holes and gaps,
Their real role priced by profit’s clock.

That filth works hard to deaden hearts,
To stupefy — they spread the blight.
The sacred bond with higher things
Is broken; Satan’s praised in sight.

That praise — the whole enslaved routine
Which leaves you scant a chance to rise;
And when you fall, you drag behind
A score of others to demise.

The main war rages without end,
Its hot stage only part and time.
The goal of that campaign is one:
A super;docile, broken mind.

Such monstrosity stands ready now —
All that remains is sheer destroy;
A universal shame to end,
For in this filth the Pure can’t dwell.

And it has started; the process runs —
You cannot stop the grinding grind.
So die in Hell with dignity,
Lest you be swept to worse than Hell, confined.



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Navigating the Map in the Glitch;World

Trace the arrow over the smooth map,
And dash ahead… let chaos reign,
For there’s no other “reality” now
Than this glitchy world, where torrents drain.

A verbal, blunt, artificial set
Of schemes gives only blurred sight,
Which leaves the mind in muddled nets,
A riot staged as “everyone’s right.”

No self remains — what’s called a name
Are just aggregates, that in an instant
By fear and lies dissolve to shame,
Into sheer NOTHING, ceaseless, consistent.

Attachment sticks like hardened cement,
A false “bond” that turns one to a beast;
In moments, you’re dull, obedient, bent,
Blind, and malleable, to say the least.

Anything can be done to you there,
By inhuman hands of wicked design;
If you’ve forgotten yourself, beware —
They’ll forge a shit;goat in your line.

Only the Pure Spirit, bright and clear,
Can crush this madness and disarray.
Without that light, the world’s a snare,
Oppressed by a fascist fiend each day.



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Lies and Reading Material for the Regime

For the REGIME, they need their reading,
In “schools” — to make the mind dull;
Propaganda keeps the intellect bleeding,
Training children in this cruel lull.

The little ones are taught to labor,
And simple minds are led astray.
If thoughts are scarce, a cunning neighbor
Can fool them thrice in just one day.

Then it’s easy to send them to slaughter —
Wars, fake plagues, all neatly planned.
For “ideas,” they’ll bleed and falter,
These simpletons obey on command.

Yet there’s a twist in all this schooling,
Those “dear ideas” are full of worms.
Hidden mines, traps, schemes so ruling,
A festering piece that twists and squirms.

In minds where lies and thuds of propaganda
Have taken root, the cost is low:
The fools themselves, eager for the brand,
Will burn, stamped with marks they didn’t know.



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Barmaley

A fearsome Barmaley runs the mill
Where everyone’s ensured a beating.
If you behave with cheeky will —
You’ll find his knuckles come a;meeting.

This Barmaley’s worldwide, uncontrolled,
No friendship has with any brain;
Self;obsessed, his greed is bold —
He marches us to final strain.

He’s grown insolent, defends his sowing —
Of fools he guards each rotten seed.
The others sorted, mercy going —
His fury pushes men to bleed.

To slay this Barmaley is to save the world,
Else he will lie and murder by deceit.
This hybrid war with lies unfurled —
Falsehoods trade at monstrous feat.

We’ve hit the bottom; hell’s the plan:
That Barmaley — a satanic fiend.
Expose the Satanists who damn
And rally kin — resist, convene.

Unite your ranks of firm rebellion —
Or die like beasts beneath his reign.
Strike back at every dark compulsion,
Or perish in the butcher’s chain.