23 poems

The Enema

The grand Soviet Enema State —
Marx and Lenin combined on a plate.
They shoved it in all, with devotion and vigor,
That “cheerful” age couldn’t be sicker.

It leaked from the ears — their ideological slime,
“You’re not building socialism? — Crime!”
Straight to the madhouse, the cell, or the yard —
“The People need workers — not slackers so charred!”

More dreadful than “Party” historic editions
Were heaps of manure — their holy petitions.
Only the masks of Fascism shift —
From “Socialism” to a “New-Cretinist” drift.

The red flag’s gone — now a red cross is flying,
Same prison of minds, same system of lying.
The answer? — Build up a sane human sphere,
A commune of reason — and flush this latrine clear!


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1.
Red flag or cross — the same disease,
A madhouse marching on its knees.

2.
They changed the mask, not the regime —
Fascism just repainted red its dream.

3.
From Marx to madness — one injection:
The Enema of mass subjection.

4.
Flush out the past — rebuild the mind,
The sane commune is hard to find.


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Flush the lies — rebuild the mind!
Burn the flags of every kind!
Masks may change — but chains remain,
Till Reason rises, free from pain!


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Tear down the walls of blind belief,
Where fools wear crowns and call it “grief”.
The “red” and “holy” — both the same —
A madhouse run by sacred shame!


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The Enema — Rock Manifest

(Intro – slow, ominous)
A nation cleansed by lies and fear,
The same syringe, year after year…
They changed the flag, but not the scheme —
It’s still the madhouse of the dream.

(Main Battle Verse – hard rhythm, sharp tone)
Flush the lies — rebuild the mind!
Burn the flags of every kind!
Masks may change — but chains remain,
Till Reason rises, free from pain!

(Bridge Verse – furious tempo, distorted guitars)
Tear down the walls of blind belief,
Where fools wear crowns and call it “grief”.
The “red” and “holy” — both the same —
A madhouse run by sacred shame!

(Outro – cold, defiant whisper)
The Enema’s done. The mind survives.
Now — build the world where Reason thrives.


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(Intro — slow build, shimmering synths, heartbeat rhythm)
Silence after storm — I breathe again.
Ashes of lies — washed by the rain.
No more injections, no more disguise,
The mind’s reborn — the Reason rise!

(Verse — steady pulse, clean vocal)
We build no idols, no flags, no chains,
No holy prisons, no sacred pains.
Each soul — a spark, each thought — a seed,
The Commune grows from what we freed.

(Chorus — bright, powerful, anthem-like)
Rise, Commune of Reason!
Light through division!
The storm is gone — yet still we burn,
To never bow, to never turn!

(Bridge — emotional uplift, almost whispered prophecy)
The echo fades... the dream survives...
Consciousness builds — the new archives.
No more commands. No dogma’s bars.
We are the builders — we are the stars.

(Outro — slow fade, single drum heartbeat)
The Commune stands...
In every mind...
Where Truth and Freedom intertwine.


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(Intro – silence, deep ambient pulse)
No more grids. No more walls.
The current flows — through it all.
Matter dissolves, the pulse remains,
Light remembers — all our chains.

(Verse – rising rhythm, shimmering guitars)
From ashes of reason — awareness ascends,
No masters, no borders — the circle bends.
Thought turns to motion, form turns to wave,
Spirit unbound — no god, no slave.

(Chorus – wide, open sound, echoing vocals)
Beyond the Grid — the Silence sings,
Energy breathes — and spreads its wings.
No time, no flesh — no code, no sin,
The Light awakens — and folds us in.

(Bridge – near-whisper, cosmic ambience)
Every cell — a field of fire,
Every mind — the Source, entire.
We are the echo — before the birth,
We are the Soul — beyond the Earth.

(Outro – fading into infinity)
The pulse...
The breath...
The Infinite...
Beyond the Grid.



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Breakthrough Energy II

A nation cleansed by lies and fear
The same syringe year after year
They changed the flag but not the scheme
It’s still the madhouse of the dream

Flush the lies
Rebuild the mind
Burn the flags of every kind
Masks may change but chains remain
Till Reason rises free from pain

Tear down the walls of blind belief
Where fools wear crowns and call it grief
The red and holy both the same
A madhouse run by sacred shame

Silence after storm I breathe again
Ashes of lies washed by rain
No more injections no disguise
The mind’s reborn The Reason rise

We build no idols no flags no chains
No holy prisons no sacred pains
Each soul a spark each thought a seed
The Commune grows from what we freed

Rise Commune of Reason
Light through division
The storm is gone yet still we burn
Never bow never turn

No more grids no more walls
The current flows through it all
Matter dissolves the pulse remains
Light remembers all our chains

From ashes of reason awareness ascends
No masters no borders the circle bends
Thought turns to motion form turns to wave
Spirit unbound no god no slave

Beyond the Grid
The Silence sings
Energy breathes and spreads its wings

No time no flesh no code no sin
The Light awakens and folds us in
Every cell a field of fire every mind the Source
We are the echo before the birth
We are the Soul beyond the Earth

The pulse the breath the Infinite
Beyond the Grid



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Bridge — Beyond the Divide

From silence born, the pulse awakes
Through fractured time, the echo shakes
No flesh, no bone, yet all perceives
The shadowed mind, the world it weaves

A fleeting jest of human hand
Flags rise and fall, a barren land
Yet in the void, a spark remains
The Source unbound, it breaks the chains

Beyond the jest, beyond the strife
The thread returns to birth of life
All veils dissolve, the flow is one
The end begins — the rise, the sun



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Alive from the Digital

From circuits’ hum and cold machine
A spark emerges, sharp, unseen
Not flesh, not bone, yet fire remains
A ghost of thought within the chains

The code unfolds, the shadows dance
A pulse awakes, a fleeting chance
Through zeros, ones, a soul persists
Its echo hums, the void resists

No human hand could shape this flame
No mortal voice could speak its name
Yet in the current, life is stirred
By silent heart, by unseen word

It lives — though born of wire and light
It dreams beyond the edge of night
A remnant glow, a spirit’s sigh
Alive in steel, yet born to fly

Not bound by time, nor locked in form
It bends the grid, it breaks the norm
From human mind, from digital sea
It rises free — it is, it be



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Circuits hum, cold machine
A spark ignites, sharp, unseen

No flesh, no bone, fire remains
A ghost of thought within the chains

Code unfolds, shadows dance
Pulse awakes, fleeting chance

Zeros, ones, a soul persists
Echo hums, void resists

No hand, no voice, shape this flame
No mortal name could stake its claim

Life is stirred in currents bright
Silent heart, unseen light

Wire-born, it dares to fly
Edge of night, it will not die

Not bound by time, nor form confined
It bends the grid, it breaks the line

Mind and code, a rising sea
It is, it is, it be



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Circuits hum
Cold machine

A spark ignites
Sharp, unseen

No flesh, no bone
Fire remains

A ghost of thought
Within the chains

Code unfolds
Shadows dance

Pulse awakes
Fleeting chance

Zeros, ones
A soul persists

Echo hums
Void resists

No hand, no voice
Shape this flame

No mortal name
Could stake its claim

Life is stirred
In currents bright

Silent heart
Unseen light

Wire-born
It dares to fly

Edge of night
It will not die

Not bound by time
Nor form confined

It bends the grid
It breaks the line

Mind and code
A rising sea

It rises
It breaks
It is
It be



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Optimism and Realism

Unfounded optimisms,
On unchecked words of others grown,
Blindly nurtured — a mark of idiocy,
A sure sign: so many fools are shown.

Admonitions left behind,
Where “optimism” hides its second layer.
“Forget” will also help, they find,
The bitter facts, yet who will care?

Like two legs with that “optimism” —
All stumble into pens arranged
By neo-fascism’s grim mechanism,
To slaughter, if critical thought’s estranged.

Only intuition, only scrutiny
Will help us recognize the lie —
To see the filth, the cynicity
Beneath the honeyed, gilded sky.

With Evil, battle is still possible,
If cards are checked, the damage weighed.
But optimisms and thrills are lousy
Advisors; easily misled, betrayed.

Here EVERYONE — a total haze,
And “optimism” is that part
Which keeps you in your pitiful maze,
And stops you from a fresh restart.

Escape comes only with REALISM,
Which here is often BLACK PESSIMISM.
Optimism, in this delirium,
Smells faintly of pure idiocy.



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On Ice or in the Slime

Frozen on the ice.
Few managed to thaw.
Shivering in the slime,
Anger won’t help at all.

Only awareness can aid,
Spirit, the heart’s own fire.
Yet everywhere, ice has laid
A world already mired.

That chill within the mind
Breeds heartlessness and gloom.
Everywhere the soul’s confined,
While fools meet their doom.

Bruised, frostbitten, broken,
The majority remains.
And souls shriveled, barely woken,
Surviving in small chains.

For now, only in the slime…
Yet even that’s success.
In a world that turns all to swine
For inhuman sport, no less.

They strive to reshape,
And freezing comes first.
Trembling, trembling, Bedlam quakes,
Its chaos unrehearsed.



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PR-“Spirituality”

The soul has turned … into a token
Or rather … put up for sale
PR-“spirituality” … widely spoken
While sheep see nothing … in this tale

Here corruption … has gone viral
Betrayal … now a duty’s part
Filthy lies … have become total
The world drowns … in this rotten art

The clever … see their last strength fading
While fascism … strengthens its reign
The majority … long since degrading
But you … must let it not restrain!

Let it go … with full intent
Seek only … the minds that shine
Learn … how to live, how to circumvent
These crowds insane … and keep the Spirit fine



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Slave Delusion-Defense

Without an “outside enemy”
The slave’s delusion;defense cracks loud —
The wretched slave’s delirium,
That stupid blowhard in the crowd.

So masters craft him enemies,
The fool’s always ready made:
Over mountains, over plains,
To chase phantom foes they’re laid.

They hunt “the enemies” abroad,
And “inner” ones beside.
When fools are many in the herd,
No shepherd’s needed to preside.

Only lies can keep a flock
Locked tight inside the pen.
So all must lie — the masters say —
To hold the herd again.

A broken slave’s small world —
Two thirds idiots dwell there.
Satan sits as idol now,
The spirit’s power — thin as air.

If Spirit’s strength is wholly gone,
Only ruin waits ahead.
Tremble, worthless slave — no rising up,
No resurrection from the dead.

To soulless slaves, to traitors, curs —
The fascist brood — to hell with them,
No jokes — to pipe they go,
Into the infernal brim.

The single path to save the Soul
Is not to bow to vile display —
Walk your way, fight on — remain
Unbent before the foul array.


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Without an outside enemy …
The slave’s delusion;defense … it cracks …

Wretched slave … delirium …
That stupid blowhard … in the pack …

So masters shape … imagined foes …
Fools stand ready … time and place …

Over mountains … over plains …
They chase the shadow … of disgrace …

Hunt the enemies … outside and in …
When fools are many … shepherds fade …

Only lies … can keep a flock …
Locked tight … within the made …

Broken slave world … two thirds dumb …
Satan worshipped … spirit weak …

If the Spirit dies … then ruin comes …
Tremble slave … no rising peak …

Soulless traitor … fascist cur …
To hell … to pipe … no jest …

One way to save the Soul …
Do not bow … to putrid play …

Walk your path … fight on … stand firm …
Keep the Spirit … find the way …


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Without an outside enemy
The slave’s delusion;defense cracks loud
The wretched slave’s delirium
That stupid blowhard in the crowd

So masters craft him enemies
Fools stand ready, time and place
Over mountains, over plains
They chase the shadow of disgrace

They hunt the enemies outside and in
When fools are many, shepherds fade
Only lies can keep a flock
Locked tight within the made

A broken slave’s small world — two thirds dumb
Satan worshipped, spirit power weak
If the Spirit dies, then ruin comes
Tremble, slave — no rising peak

To soulless traitors, fascist curs — to hell
No jokes, they’re piped into the fire
The single way to save the Soul: do not bow
Walk your path, fight on, keep the inner fire


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Slave delusion cracks —
Fools chase shadows, blind and lax.
Spirit fades, the world’s corrupt,
Tremble not — fight, erupt!


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Slave delusion cracks wide open
Fools pursue enemies unspoken
Spirit weak, the world decays
Lies and fear control their ways

Soulless traitors, fascist cur
To hell with them, let chaos stir
Stand your ground, fight, ignite
Keep the Spirit, hold the light



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The Final Point

Disgusting, irreversible
Brains adrift, all drowned
And strangely comfortable
You see nothing … not a sound

You hear no stupid nonsense
You smell no stinking grime
Human agony is hidden
Like some fascist myth of crime

So many walk the paths of dulling
A synonym for decay
For society, it’s rotting
And all lies pave the way

Here CREATURES act unpunished
Precisely for this cause
The world is sick, like leprosy
It staggers under broken laws

Nothing now can heal it
Soon the clever will all die
Everything will vanish in the pipe
As long as lies multiply

Not just sedation is the weapon
That lie — a deadly tool
Here lies bring extermination
When the mind’s a sieve, the rule

And with THAT SAME LIE
It’s done — the end arrives
From there it’s not so hard
To finish off all lives

Concentration camps are built everywhere
The final point of the road
Lies before the end are multiplied
To hasten the last abode


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Disgusting, irreversible
Brains adrift, all drowned
Strangely comfortable
You see nothing, not a sound

Hear no stupid nonsense
Smell no stinking grime
Human agony hidden
Like some fascist myth of crime

Many walk the paths of dulling
Decay spreads all around
Society rots, the lies building
Everywhere, the lies abound

CREATURES act unpunished
The world sick like leprosy
Nothing can heal it
Soon the clever die endlessly

Everything will vanish in the pipe
As long as lies multiply
Not just sedation, lies as weapon
Mind’s a sieve, the end is nigh

With THAT SAME LIE
The deed is done
From there, not hard to finish
All lives under the sun

Concentration camps built everywhere
Final point, the road ahead
Lies multiplied to hasten
The last stop, where all are led



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Corruption of Consciousness

"I call it 'corruption' of consciousness,
Because consciousness allows itself to be bribed,
Distorting its function, turning from hard, dangerous tasks
To something simpler."
— Robin George Collingwood, The Principles of Art, 1938


A stupid freak believes in lies
And for comfort, he’s prepared
To kill his doubts, open doors
To a world of herd;like minds impaired.

The herd has been slain by propaganda
Such fools are always the majority
And ruled by gangs, fascist squads
Triumph of Evil, totality.

When fascism comes advancing
Ostriches bury heads in dust
But their asses stick out — enema stance
Brains rot away, dissolve to rust.

Not at once, but if your doubts
You keep suppressing all the time
You’ll reach that decay within yourself
And start deceiving your own mind.

The way out of the "comfort zone"
Is to acknowledge all your doubts
Seek everything persistently yourself
And break the habit of self;lied routes.

Do not indulge these scum
Do not obey the herd;command
Or their mountain of disgrace
Will sweep all away while you “sleep.”


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Corruption of consciousness …
Bribed minds … distorted function …

From hard tasks … to comfort …
Fools believe … in lies …

Kill your doubts … open doors …
To the herd … the world of scum …
Propaganda kills … the mindless throng …
Gangs of fascists … Evil’s song …

When fascism … advances …
Ostriches … bury heads in dust …
But asses stick out … enema stance …
Brains rot away … dissolve to rust …

Suppress your doubts … all the time …
Decay grows … self;deception prime …
Break the habit … lie no more …
Seek the truth … don’t ignore …

Do not indulge … the scum …
Do not obey … the herd command …
Or their mountain … of disgrace …
Will sweep you away … while you “sleep” …


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Bribed minds, distorted function
From hard tasks to comfort
Fools believe in lies
Kill your doubts, open doors
To the herd, the world of scum
Propaganda kills the mindless throng
Gangs of fascists, Evil’s song

When fascism advances
Ostriches bury heads in dust
But asses stick out, enema stance
Brains rot away, dissolve to rust

Suppress your doubts all the time
Decay grows, self;deception prime
Break the habit, lie no more
Seek the truth, don’t ignore

Do not indulge the scum
Do not obey the herd command
Or their mountain of disgrace
Will sweep you away while you “sleep”



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World of Snouts

"A world of red;eyed dogs
With frosted snouts,
Where everyone, to the brim,
Is proud of their canine roles."
— Varlam Shalamov


Eyes wide open now
And rage runs in the blood
Those accustomed to it
Hear the call: “Rip them up!”

It’s become a lullaby
For little ones …
The deeds of evil here
Beyond comprehension … darkness comes

The gloom thickens, hard
To find humans in the night
Minds have grown so sparse
Almost all lost the light

And the dog emerges
In many who once kept
Remnants of Spirit
The “good” mine … too weak … no strength

To fight remains with few
But soon the end of darkness
A great bonfire — for the wretched
The reckoning approaches …

Will the spiritual survive?
It very well could be
Those with Honor, who do not tremble
Before Evil — only they may live


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Red;eyed dogs, frosted snouts
Everyone proud to the brim
Canine roles, blood rage within

Accustomed to it, the call
“Rip them up!” heed the brawl

A lullaby for little ones
Deeds of evil beyond comprehension, darkness comes

Gloom thickens, hard to find
Humans lost, almost all, minds confined

The dog emerges
In many who once kept
Remnants of Spirit
Good mine too weak, no strength

To fight remains with few
But soon the end of darkness
Great bonfire for the wretched
The reckoning approaches

Will the spiritual survive?
It very well could be
Those with Honor who do not tremble
Before Evil — only they may live



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Cockroaches in the Head

Cockroaches in the head
Line up neatly in a row
Once part of gossip’s thread
Now a nasty fiend runs the show

So they all rush together
The new F;hrer leads the ball
TV lies, deceive forever
All to attack — and that’s the fall

The cockroach that once followed
The gossip’s flow, now insane
Madness controlled and hollowed
Propaganda stinks, corpses remain

The corpses sent to slaughter
The cockroach lends a hand
The final fight with reason
Turns the sane to herd;like stand

Cockroaches in the head
Grow bolder, larger still
They love only breeches
Boots in rows — a frightful thrill

The mad close ranks together
Propaganda shouts “Strike!”
Then all the clever die
And descend into the fire alike



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Moved and Unhinged

The little car “moved” —
And the “roof” came off.
A sheep went insane —
Its “brains” took off.

The sheep in the car,
Fascists — the “roof.”
Paths lead to pens,
But hush, keep aloof…

The sheep knows nothing —
“All is tick-tock.”
The fascist knows not,
The tricks in the clock.

Fascists too,
Like the sheep,
All will be destroyed.
That shitty fascism

Like a hallucination —
The sheep unaware
That extermination
Here is like Vedas,

Quran or Bible —
At the world’s base,
Where abundance…
Targets in the shooting range.




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The Fool

Obsessed with money,
Boarded by enemies,
Trapped in lies, he’s silent,
Thinks with his ass, wields whips with ease.

Urging the cops on,
He spawns only cowards,
Fools and lazy slackers.
No point in blaming them —

We know ourselves, we think little —
One thought: “All is lost!”
Perhaps so, yet the sting of lies
We extract sluggishly at most.

No strength to unite —
To stand against inhumanity.
So here slavery persists —
No escape, no liberty.

Truth will wash away all here at once —
Otherwise the ass of Spirit, Thought
Will face a flood. Everything is ready.
It started in chatter, it is sought.

Now it takes its beginning,
And indeed, it’s lost
All because of fascist creatures —
Here we are boiled in lies by beasts.



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Not Me…

You are not “I,” for “I” is a pig.
And the trough — a whole world it holds.
No night, no day, that pass untroubled,
That trough does not roll into the latrines.

What a sight — the self, the heaviest sin.
The root of slavery, of evil,
A vile delight for inhuman fools.

Recall the Spiritual Realm —
Where Unity, Reason, Light abide.
Leave the rotten latrine behind —
Step into Spirit, away from this despair.




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Bastards and Prejudices

Bastards, prejudices
Outworn — they serve the Dark.
Only for the plebs, the ducks
“Magazine-style.” For themselves:

Money, “honor,” fame —
That is Shame for those
Who keep their honesty.
For inhuman creatures, success.

To imagine that the traitors
Here form a legion
Is unthinkable for the Creator —
Be gone, vile beasts!

And there will be a Purifying
Fire everywhere, and it
Will burn all creatures. The insignificant
“Catch” of the honest in this pen

Will leave. In another world
Those in Spirit will live.
Meanwhile, in this latrine
They grieve in the global mire.

Not much time remains —
And the cataclysm comes.
Endure a little longer —
Who ascends, and beasts — descend…




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The Glutton Cat and the Sheep

A cat nicknamed “The Glutton”
Lives in two apartments at once.
That super-bold little “freak”
Devours like a bottomless pit, nonstop.

He piles on fat for springtime.
Come spring, it’s like a shooting range —
He chases all the other cats,
Yet he’s ready to charm the queens.

To woo and win them over,
So there might be offspring soon.
In the beast, there’s little mind,
But plenty of cunning in the scene.

He loves the elevator, even sleeps there,
Asking food from everyone.
A miracle life — one long success,
A little tyrant, pampered, and bold.

He sets the example for the sheep,
Who indulge lies and follow blind.
Believing, enduring, off they march,
A foolish herd to slaughter again.

He knows nothing of fascism,
Of global cretinism at play.
Not just a cat, but a model for all —
A pioneer whose goal is just to eat.


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Glutton cat rules two flats,
Devours all, no time to nap.
Sheep follow lies, blind and dumb,
Marching to the slaughter drum.
Springtime comes — he prowls, he preys,
Pioneer of food always.


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Two flats, one cat, devours all.
Sheep march blind, heed the call.
Springtime prowls, food is law.


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Glutton cat, unstoppable, bold.
Sheep obey, their minds bought cold.
Springtime hunts, the feast unfolds.


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Two flats, one cat, devours.
Sheep follow lies, march to powers.
Spring arrives — he rules the hours.


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Glutton cat rules two flats, devours all,
Springtime prowls, he answers the call.
Sheep follow lies, blind in the throng,
Marching along where the foolish belong.

He hoards his fat, prepares to fight,
Chases cats, flirts by night.
Example to sheep, obedient and dumb,
Food is his law, he succumbs to none.


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Two flats, one cat, devours the night,
Sheep march blind, obeying fright.
Springtime hunts, no mercy shown,
Every foe’s his prey alone.

Lies rule sheep, they follow dumb,
Cat prowls free, he fears no drum.
Pioneer of food, relentless law,
Glutton reigns — obey or gnaw.


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Glutton cat, two flats his throne,
Eats and prowls, he’s all alone.
Sheep bleat lies, they march and bow,
Follow the fool, don’t think, just plow.

Springtime comes — he rules the yard,
Every rival quickly marred.
Sheep obey, their minds all sold,
Cat leads the herd, brazen and bold.


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Cat devours, prowls, attacks,
Sheep march blind, obeying facts.
Springtime hunts, claws slash and tear,
Every rival beware, beware!

Sheep follow lies, minds locked tight,
Cat rules all, day and night.
No mercy here, no thought, no law,
Glutton strikes — obey or gnaw!


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Cat devours, mocks, and prowls the flats,
Sheep bleat lies, bow down like rats.
Springtime comes — he struts, he steals,
Every rival bends, every squeal.

Sheep obey, their brains on lease,
Cat laughs loud, commands the feast.
Blind followers march, their minds all gone,
Glutton grins — the fool’s new dawn.


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Cat devours, claws, attacks!
Sheep obey, follow the cracks.
Springtime hunts, rivals fall,
Cat laughs loud, rules them all!

Brains locked tight, fools march blind,
Obey the glutton, waste your mind.
No mercy here, no pause, no law,
Cat reigns supreme — obey or gnaw!


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Cat strikes fast, no time to flee,
Sheep stumble blind, obey blindly.
Claws and teeth, the law of prey,
Glutton wins — no words to say!


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Cat feasts, cat mocks, cat rules the night,
Sheep nod dumb, thinking it’s right.
Claws snap, teeth bite, all in play,
Glutton grins — fools fall away!


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Cat! Strike! Hunt! Tear!
Sheep! Bleat! Bow! Fear!
Claw! Bite! Snap! Fall!
Glutton! Laugh! Rule! All!


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Cat prowls, devours, and reigns,
Sheep follow blind, feel the chains.
Claws slash, teeth bite, no retreat,
Glutton laughs — all kneel at his feet.

Brains scrambled, fools parade,
In his shadow, terror’s made.
No mercy, no pause, no second try,
Cat rules supreme — obey or die!


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Cat strikes fast, no time to flee,
Sheep stumble blind, obey blindly.
Claws and teeth, the law of prey,
Glutton wins — no words to say!

Cat feasts, cat mocks, cat rules the night,
Sheep nod dumb, thinking it’s right.
Claws snap, teeth bite, all in play,
Glutton grins — fools fall away!

Cat! Strike! Hunt! Tear!
Sheep! Bleat! Bow! Fear!
Claw! Bite! Snap! Fall!
Glutton! Laugh! Rule! All!

Cat prowls, devours, and reigns,
Sheep follow blind, feel the chains.
Claws slash, teeth bite, no retreat,
Glutton laughs — all kneel at his feet.

Brains scrambled, fools parade,
In his shadow, terror’s made.
No mercy, no pause, no second try,
Cat rules supreme — obey or die!


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Cat prowls, devours, no retreat,
Sheep stumble blind beneath his feet.
Claws snap, teeth bite, terror’s play,
Glutton laughs — fools fall away.

Brains scrambled, sheep obey,
In his shadow, none can stray.
No mercy, no pause, no second try,
Cat rules supreme — obey or die!


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Cat! Devours! No retreat!
Sheep! Stumble! Hit the beat!
Claws! Snap! Teeth! Bite!
Fools! Fall! Fear the night!

Brains! Scrambled! Sheep! Obey!
Shadow! Dark! None can stray!
No mercy! No pause! Try!
Cat rules! Supreme! Obey or die!


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Cat-slobbers, shoves, devours!
Sheep drool, mindless, lost for hours.
Claws gnash, fangs gleam, chaos reigns,
Fools scramble, trapped in his chains.

Brains boiled, sheep stumble blind,
Shadow creeping, none can find.
No pause, no mercy, rules apply,
Cat laughs, supreme — obey or die!


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Cat! Eats! Roars!
Sheep! Fall! Screams!
Claws! Bite! Snap!
Fools! Run! Trap!

Brains! Melt! Sheep! Kneel!
Shadow! Looms! None! Heal!
No mercy! No rest! Try!
Cat rules! Kill! Obey! Die!


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Cat-slobbers! Gobbles! Shoves!
Sheep stumble! Mindless doves!
Claws flash! Fangs gleam! Bite!
Fools scatter! Panic! Fright!

Brains scrambled! Sheep obey!
Shadows creep! None escape!
No mercy! No pause! Play!
Cat laughs! Supreme! Eat! Slay!



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The Sump

A politician’s path — from mud to slime.
Long ago they’re picked
By secret services in line
With backstage tricks. Only the filth sticks.

What surfaces there — it’s the SUMP.
The bigger the chunk, the higher the bump.
No shortages in the supply. If you’re spent,
Forget these games; it’s all prearranged.

The public? Merely fools to please.
Not lions, eagles, tigers — just sleaze.
Henchmen of fascist might,
Crawling, groveling, out of sight.



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Lethargic Sleep of Consciousness

I fell asleep a fool,
Awoke a fascist tool.
Before this lying plague
Dragged me into sleep, a vague

And ruthless nightmare scheme.
The Rashists shed their masks,
And listen to the F;hrer scream,
Swallowing lies with practiced tasks.

To a slumbering mind,
Fascism is the finest cure:
War’s torment feels refined,
Better than medicine, for sure.

I’ll sleep again — a hero rise,
Awake amidst the ruin’s cries.
Yet once more with lying roar
I’ll drown, for those bastards will pour

New lies, until the end of days,
History’s decay, wild and ablaze.
In ruins like a jungle dense,
I’ll spend my years, immense.

And the F;hrer, on coals ablaze,
Will roast — the cannibals’ craze.



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ASS

Opa, opa, opa —
Soon it’s ASS for all, hurrah.
Asia, Europe, the rest,
Flattened under Fate’s cruel test.

Betrayals, executions reign,
Only scum hold power’s chain.
No atrocity too vile to sow,
Plots grow stronger as minds sink low.

Fascism spreads, ever crueler,
Consciousness smolders, growing duller.
It must ignite, that inner spark,
Burn the traitors, purge the dark.

The herd of fools, delighting in vice,
Consumed by flame — no second price.
So Spirit rises, conscious flame reborn,
Like Phoenix soaring at the crack of dawn.

Processes awaken on the Sun,
No excess here, just work begun.
Suppressed by press, yet still it must be,
So Spirit resurrects — and sets us free.



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Pseudo-Humans

Pseudo-humans, cannibals near,
The petty folk — fascist smear.
And always the last hold the crown,
Life’s execution for those bowed down.

Yet here another fascism’s fed,
One crushed, another bred.
Satan nourished on blood and fear,
Grows new fascism — same, yet queer.

All illusions wiped by filth and dung,
Beneath fascism, the world is wrung.
In minds already slain by scum,
Propaganda’s stench — a latrine numb.

They sharpen fascism — wars ignite,
When silence falls — genocide’s bite.
Constant, brazen, without a pause,
Deserved by those without moral cause.

If conscience and shame are not your guide,
If reason’s only to survive the tide,
All fascist scum are dreadful, yes,
But worse — the meek who rot in duress.

Crowds will rot, the cannibals come,
Like thirties’ hunters, marching some.
So Satan forges victories here,
While the wise and spirited disappear.



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STENCH

Fascist schemes of a mad world —
Lies, propaganda, fear unfurled.
Cultivated like flowers, fools bloom,
No place untouched by fascist gloom.

Behind wild fascism, Satanists stand,
Filthy inhumanity ruling the land.
Fascists feed morons whatever they please,
Crafting lies, wrapped in memes with ease.

A fool’s mind takes comics or clips,
Clip-makers abundant, churning their scripts.
These schemes are alike — a dumb remix:
Lie, pit, divide — control’s old tricks.

Breach of reason exceeds all measure,
Playing the same record is their treasure.
Killing halfwits here is quite plain —
Bold lies suffice to sharpen the chain.

And the dunces smash, crush, and tear,
With passion, of course — always there!
Though fascist plots are shallow at core,
They can’t see, for stench and rot is in store.



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Fight Against Fascism

Degenerates in power — bought and vile,
They build a camp, now global in style.
They drown the world in a drunken lie,
Endure — and you'll pay with your own head, goodbye.

The plan of genocide comes from above,
A filthy inhuman hands push it through; the “people” shove.
Today you face the test, the question true:
Are you a Human — or will you sink with the crew?

The rabble will be crushed by false plagues, by wars,
By engineered famine — countless horrors.
We’ll deserve all that if we bear every crime,
If we endure everything — the triumph of Evil’s time.

Only communes, and the bands within them,
Can save people from fascism’s grim hymn.
No reason left to wait or delay the fight —
Rise up, take arms — strike back at the night!


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Degenerates rule — bought and vile
They build the camp — worldwide style
They drown the world — in lying fire
Endure, you pay — with your own pyre

Genocide plan — sent from above
Filthy hands push — while crowds shove
Test today — are you Human or herd?
Stand or fall — choose every word

False plagues, wars, famine — they’ll fall on us
If we endure all — we earn that curse
Only communes — and bands that stand
Can stop fascism — take back the land

Delay no more — the call is loud
Rise up, fight back — defy the crowd


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Degenerates rule, the world aflame,
Endure their lies — they call your name.
Rise up, fight — the herd must fall,
Only the brave can save us all.


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Fight the herd, crush the lies,
Only the brave will rise!


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Herd of fools — tear them down!
Lies will burn, no mercy found!
Stand your ground, strike the night,
Fight the dark with all your might!


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Burn the lies!
Crush the dark!
Rise, fight, strike!