88 poems

“The Law-Abiding Citizen”

A snail-sized mind,
A soul of dust and smoke.
He twitches all the time —
A rabbit on a choke.

This “citizen" obedient,
A coward through and through,
A brick in fascist regiments
That march because of you.

For dullness and submission
Are deadly sins today:
The brightest — in attrition,
They’re slaughtered in the fray.

The world because of creatures
Like him is burning down:
They’ll roast the whole damn features —
No need for any clown.

Statistics are their gospel:
Subtract the ones who think —
A trivial, tiny loss… well,
Just throw them in the sink.

The Sun is burning harder —
The furnace turned to “high.”
That herd will pay — and farther
Be scattered as they fry.

The verdict’s plain: they’re guilty.
They had a chance to rise,
To think — at least a little —
But slept behind their eyes.

One single sheeple-virus
Exposed their inner rot;
Then war made it more obvious —
The world near lost the plot.



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Obedient fools ignite the blaze —
The world burns down by what it obeys.

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A snail-brained herd that chose to crawl
Now lights the pyre that takes them all.
They could have thought — but didn’t try.
So let them smolder as they fry.

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They had a mind — refused to use it.
They had a choice — they chose to lose it.
Now judgment comes, and flames begin:
Obedience is the final sin.

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Rise or burn — no middle ground.
Think or fall with all the drowned.
Crawling cowards shaped this hell —
Let their ashes learn it well.

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Stand and think — or drop and die.
Cowards built this world of lie.
Mindless herds obey the call —
Fire answers. Burns them all.



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The Freaks’ Panopticon

A panopticon of creatures —
Of traitors, swine, buffoons,
Of clowns, deranged preachers,
And idiots in droves.

Two-thirds are near psychotic,
A quarter — pure disgrace.
A tiny part still thoughtful,
Still soulful — doomed in place:

For morons, crooks, and vermin
Will crush that fragile few.
Their souls are lost and burning —
You wouldn’t pay a cent for crew.

They sold off every treasure —
Their honor, conscience, mind.
And per their filthy ledger
No hope for humankind:

Annihilation rising
Across the world at large —
Depravity’s horizon
Leaves idiots in charge.

Two fronts. The first — the subhumans
Who pound the FOOL to dust:
They lie, they stab from shadows,
They’re driven by disgust.

The second front — all Nature:
A cataclysm unveiled.
She’s done with mutant nations,
With idiocy that’s scaled.

Not one of them is needed —
Their end is Nature’s whim.
The world, obscene, unheeded,
Drowns in collective dim.



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A world of freaks devours the sane —
Let Nature torch this crawling stain.

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A herd of mutants rules the land,
They crush the wise, they scorch the grand.
But Nature rises, cold and grim —
And sweeps away the crawling dim.

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Morons swallow all that’s bright;
Vermin gag the inner light.
One wrath remains to clean the slate —
Let Nature do what cowards wait.

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**Freaks arise — the wise are few.
Burn the rot, let Nature through.
Scum devours all sacred ground —
Nature answers: Cut them down. **



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Closed Doors

When one door slams before you,
Another shuts as well.
The common soul breaks, more so
Cursing its bitter spell.

All doors are locked. Each pathway
That Bedlam lays ahead
Leads straight into a deadway —
A maze for souls long dead.

Yet Spirit’s realm — resplendent —
Stands open for the few
Who dare, who stay relentless,
Who cut illusions through.

To be that stubborn means you
Forget Bedlam’s fake “roads,”
Its traps for dim and sleazy,
For inmates of the madhouse world.

The madhouse — that’s society;
The Spirit — the escape
To cleaner worlds, where quietly
Intuition shapes.

There peace is not inertia —
It flares into a Force,
A burst of inner knowledge
That realigns your course.

In Hell you’ll be an add-on
To the machine of doom;
For here Hell means the shredding
Of Spirit in the gloom.

So give the Spirit focus,
Cast fear and lies aside;
The Answer lives inside you —
No mind can override.

Direct, unveiled Perception —
The only path to Truth.
No “helpful” word or lecture
Can guide you there — they’re sleuth.

All common talk is rambling;
Only sight cuts through the net.
No tip or trick will grant it —
For Vision is the Answer yet.



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When all doors close, the Spirit calls —
Break through the maze or die in walls.

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Bedlam builds a thousand traps,
But Spirit cuts them all, perhaps.
Look inward — that’s the only thread
That drags you out of living dead.

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Society’s a madhouse cage;
The Spirit burns beyond its rage.
No mind can see what Vision knows —
The inner fire is where truth grows.

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All doors shut — then tear them wide.
Spirit roars from deep inside.
Mind is blind; let Vision strike.
Burn the Bedlam. Cut the spike.



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The Fall

The lifting force has weakened,
Downward drag is all but doom.
Everything is slandered, weakened,
Dropped into decay and gloom.

The fall accelerates its pace,
The bottom lost in thickening night.
Layer by layer, filth’s embrace —
We’ve hit the shit-strata outright.

And then comes total sewer,
Once the plunge gains full-blown speed.
We’ll smash through the super-bottom,
Where fascist, idiot — both will bleed.

Two classes, politics, diagnoses,
All mashed into a single curse.
Call it whining — let them boast,
The end is near; the spell’s reversed.

Yet sometimes there are glitches,
The skilled hang on the ledge awhile.
All these Masonic “angles” twitch as
They cling to crumbling tiles.

The vortex of events grows weaker,
Nature’s patience starts to fray.
She burns the monstrosities much deeper,
And cleans the madness from the day.

Half a century our Sun has
Fed the heat to scorch the vile,
Saving what remains of reason
From this madhouse all the while.

All cools down. A new humanity
Will rise upon a cleansed land.
But if you were just filth and vanity —
In the NEW Hell you’ll understand.



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The fall devours the weak and vile —
Only the strong survive the trial.

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Downward rush, the bottom lost,
The world burns at its highest cost.
Filth and fools will face the flame,
Only the worthy rise to claim.

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Gravity drags the scum below,
Nature’s wrath begins to show.
Plunge or perish, end is near,
Only the sane will reappear.

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Fall! The scum will hit the ground.
Burn the filth — let chaos sound.
Bottom comes — the fools will fry.
Rise, the strong, and touch the sky!



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The Global Fascist Madhouse

A clinic! — half a crown
Won’t buy Bedlam’s halls.
Impossible not to drown
In cynic’s squalls.

Idiots get hacked to pieces,
Junk is jabbed in veins.
Serves the freaks right, and Jesus —
Fascism thrives on pains.

Before, they sweetened pleasures
To herd them, make them tame.
Dullards were Earth’s disgraces,
Shame engraved in name.

Now what’s left? Just burn the Shame!
Propaganda’s sting
Turns fools to bio-waste,
Once living — now nothing.

Only Fascism masters
The blows, the lies, the herd.
The End of Times is coming —
Every scum, every turd.

The Sun evaporates
This global madhouse blaze.
It burns it down to embers —
A new world dawns, in days.



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Fools are burned, the herd destroyed —
Fascist madhouse over, void.

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Hacks and lies, the scum all fall,
Propaganda crushes all.
Sun ignites the final blaze,
Ashes mark the end of days.

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Idiots hacked, the freaks undone,
Fascist rule is overrun.
Global madhouse scorched to dust,
Only the strong rise from the rust.

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Burn the fools! Crush the herd!
Scum and lies — be purged, deferred!
Sun ignites the final flame —
New world rises from the shame!



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Nerds and Logs

"He spoke in perfect French with ease,
And wrote with flair; a mazurka danced;
He bowed with grace, his manners pleased —
What more? The world, so charmed, advanced."
— Pushkin, Eugene Onegin

Many skills, darkly cunning,
In the lost “land” have taken root.
Long patience, scorn for nerds, stunning,
While logs, by form and rule, are put

Neatly in line, aligned with fashion,
Fitting the ranks with no complaint —
On roads to hell, on spikes of passion,
The path is paved with human taint.

Along that road a trio races —
Pestilence, war, and famine ride.
A subhuman steers their furious paces,
While fascist swine saw logs with pride.

He cuts, he builds, he drives the structure,
A concentration camp takes form.
Propagandists, with wild uproar,
Cheer on the herd — the perfect swarm.

At Satan’s door they’ve made their stand.
And still, there’s more — the fools delight.
Doubt not allowed — hand in hand,
They bow to madness, shun the light.

Dare to question — lost, forsaken.
Forward, people! Let Hell await!
True Hell, not stories for the shaken,
Believed by every lunatic’s fate.



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Nerds bow down, the logs take place —
Hell’s road paved by subhuman disgrace.

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Pestilence, war, famine ride the sleigh,
Logs and fools march Hell’s highway.
Satan waits at the final gate,
Madmen cheer their fated state.

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Logs align, the fools obey,
Propaganda drives the fray.
True Hell burns for all the blind —
Madness rules the herd, confined.

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Logs in line! Fools obey!
Hell awaits — no time to stray!
Pest, war, famine lead the ride,
Madmen cheer — nowhere to hide!



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Verbal Diarrhea

All the confusion, all the swap —
In words, in terms, in twisted thought;
In verbal mush, like betrayal’s prop,
Logic dies — and fools are taught.

They’re fed this slurry, triggers sown,
“Democracy,” “ours” — the bait;
And with each phrase, each seed is thrown,
The Mind succumbs — too late.

Add lies to season all this shit,
And for these asses it’s insane
To grasp a thing, to even hit
A spark of sense amidst the bane.

This tradition’s long been launched —
Verbal diarrhea on parade.
The stench alone has long pronounced
The death of soul, the mind decayed.

Critique? — it floods the streams anew,
The slurry spreads and drowns the lot.
All is in darkness, extra-deep,
The flood of lies will leave a blot.

Remnants of the world insane
Will crumble, rot, a two-thirds blight.
All reduced to toilet’s reign —
Yet more and more they pour the blight.



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Verbal filth floods every mind,
Logic drowned, the sane confined.

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Words turned mush, lies piled high,
Fools ingest, the Mind will die.
Streams of crap engulf the land,
Only madness takes a stand.

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Flood of words, a stinking tide,
Truth is crushed, the sane have died.
Rot and slime spread everywhere,
Reason gasps for any air.

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Words are shit! Flood the mind!
Crush the lies — leave none behind!
Rot and slime, the herd’s delight,
Smash the filth! Restore the light!



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Little by Little

Little by little — all is lost.
Only strain and surge have worth.
A quiet pace? How small the cost!
The tarantass needs blast on Earth.

Only super-effort matters —
All else is trivial, weak.
Be keen and brave, not idle tatters,
Not just the pose of meek.

Burdocks and plantains crushed beneath
The fascist march, relentless, grim.
Too late for caution, too late for sheath —
Here the last fight faces Sin.



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Little by little, all is lost —
Only strength can bear the cost.

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Quiet steps are far too small,
Blast the tarantass, heed the call.
Fascist boots crush weeds and straw,
Face the last fight — strike the Law.

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Every inch, the world decays,
Only courage lights the blaze.
No time for fear, no time to shirk,
Here the final battle works.

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Little by little — all will fall!
Blast the tarantass! Hear the call!
Crush the weeds, strike down the foe,
Final battle — let it blow!



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The Vile Scab of Traitors

A beggar’s lie, propaganda,
Blind terror enthroned as law —
Fascistic rot. And the traitor;gang’s ganda
Now crawls from each crack it saw.

“Live forever?” — they whine, pretending
That others will pay their sins;
As if their deadlines are never pending,
And slaves are the perfect skins.

The slaves don’t see, don’t hear, don’t know —
So lie to them more, then steal,
Burn bridges behind you as you go,
Be scum — that’s the winning deal.

Become a beast of satanic order
And take your reward with pride;
In fascist service, you cross the border
Where doubts are all crucified.

Then smash, then butcher, then plunder wildly —
“The herd obeys anyway;
They’re flies,” they think, “or lice, not rightly
A people that stands in the way.”

But lice don’t bring judgment — humans do,
And here there’s another path:
The road to Light is a hard one, true,
But every betrayer’s wrath

Will turn on himself, and he’ll pay fully
When Light is torn from his core —
Whatever scraps in his stinking, ghoulish,
Rot;ridden “mind” still stored.



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Scabs of traitors rot in darkness —
Light will strip them to the bone.
What’s left of a soul turns carcass
When it serves a tyrant’s throne.



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The Imbecile Horde

Imbeciles, imbeciles, everywhere—
That’s the pillar of power they trust.
Rot and stench saturate the air;
Try surviving inside all that crust.

Try to keep your soul from decay
When their grinning satanic fa;ade
Corners Reason and grinds it away—
One misstep, and you’re finished, you’re had.

Show a weakness — they’re dragging you down,
That biomass pulling to hell;
Fighting back in this idiot town
Is like shoving a granite wall — well,

Every year the dementia spreads,
Gets more rancid, more brazen, more grim;
Even sarcasm, sharpened to shreds,
Can’t outpace the collapse at the rim.

There’s no future — the limit is crossed;
The decomposition is done.
If you’re thinking — you’re instantly lost,
Smeared in fascism’s sewage and run.

Debilism and fascism as one —
Always welded, a death-hungry breed.
And the herds will be slaughtered and stunned
While the remnants of Reason still bleed.



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Plankton

All around — a fishless sea, just plankton,
Tiny shrimps, and vicious stingrays too.
They broadcast loud: “Plankton is strong, anon —
Even climbing up to seats of view.”

Amid that fishless void, a little shrimp
Becomes a serious caviar-sower.
When the world is toppled into crimp,
Even a traitor proves a handy power.

The traitor rules, judges, executes,
Once — “not a whore,” thrice — “not a scum,” they say.
Some of the plankton, strong only in brute
Obedience and dull stupidity’s sway,

When Mind and Spirit are mostly removed,
Serve as tests for global fascist schemes:
Shrimps are scrubbed; stingrays see it proved
As communism, while most shrimps meet dreams

Of garbage heaps. Casting roe — the sword
Of fascism’s service, Neptune’s law.
Fail to cast — you’re a renegade, abhorred,
Exposed, disgraced, and thrown in saw.

To cast roe means to serve fascism,
Forgetting conscience, self, and care.
Plankton seeks to be exterminated,
But this has long been common fare.

Genocide has become a common place,
Fascism, a phenomenon mundane.
Shame is lost, cynicism’s embrace —
The shrimp has grown a bastard, profane.



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Plankton rules, the shrimp obey,
Fascist tides sweep all away.

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Fishless seas, the weak comply,
Traitors rise, the strong must die.
Roe is cast, the herd obeys,
Shame and conscience lost always.

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Shrimps and plankton, fascists’ tools,
Obedient masses, crushed like fools.
Serve or fall, the law is grim,
Global rot — the light grows dim.

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Plankton rise! Traitors fall!
Cast the roe! Crush them all!
Fascist tide sweeps the weak,
Light will come — the strong will speak!



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Fantastic Future

A giant crap;incinerator
Pulls in to Spaceport One.
The Maker left — no moderator —
And now the Devil runs the sun.

To save the failing Universe
We burn corruption to the core;
Where souls are gone, it’s getting worse:
A madhouse plus a cosmic war.

Soullessness becomes the fashion,
While those with Honor still alive
Are hunted down with rabid passion —
The inhuman don’t let truth survive.

The planet’s now a prison system,
So burn it clean — reduce to ash.
Let Reason send its final wisdom:
A colossal cleansing, lightning;flash.

Betrayers, vermin, fascist swine,
All cowards — throw them in the flame.
The line of sages, thin as twine,
Is far too small to shift the game.

The wise, the few — they won’t be counted;
The purge is all we have to preach.
Then sunlight, purified, unbounded —
Rise, Truth — ignite the world, and burn it clean!



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Crap burns high, the Devil reigns,
Sages lost, the ash remains.

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Incinerator roars through space,
Fascists, traitors — burn in place.
Souls are gone, the wise too few,
Sun ignites — the world anew.

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Planet a prison, flames consume,
Reason crushed, no soul to groom.
Vermin, fools, all in the fire,
Only ash remains, entire.

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Burn the crap! Crush the fools!
Devil rules and breaks the rules!
Incinerate the weak, the vile,
Ashes rise — the Sun will smile!



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Erudition Under Pressure

Intellect is judged all wrong,
Erudition crowned as king.
Under pressure vast and strong,
Pure Mind is driven from its wing.

Reactive thinking becomes the scourge,
A bio;robot takes the stage.
It seeks nothing, blindly obeys,
Fascist commands in every rage.

Here’s the trick: they feed us crap,
It makes the dullard even duller.
Souls defiled, struck down in slap,
The beaten herd, the mind a muller.

And the blasted drones — the bio;horde —
Destroy all reason in their wake.
Souls zombified, the mind ignored,
A fog of terror leaves no stake.

Lies are mixed with nonsense, deep —
Intentional, vile, and crude.
The clever few are barely keep,
The rest engulfed in mental food.

The stench and burps of bastards’ reign —
Question it! Think with your own Mind.
And tend your reason through the pain,
All are sick; sanity’s confined.

This is the Worldwide Madhouse. Call
Intuition to your aid.
Let doubt become tradition’s wall,
And live by Mind;Spirit you’ve made.



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Brains crushed, robots obey,
Souls defiled, the mind’s decay.

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Erudition crushed, pure thought expelled,
Bio;drones enforce the fascist meld.
Fog of lies, the herd’s demise,
Only Mind;Spirit sees through the lies.

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Crush the pure, the drones advance,
Think for yourself — seize your chance!
Intuition, fire, let doubt remain,
Mind;Spirit rises through the pain.

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Crush the drones! Free your mind!
Fascist lies — leave them behind!
Erudition, pure and bright,
Rise through chaos! Strike with light!



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Rigidity of Mind

Rigidity of mind —
One of the gravest blights.
Especially where filth is piled,
A trace of endless fights.

The constant shaping, aimed at one:
To kill all flex, all flow,
And then you fall to shallow patterns,
Sink to the bottom — cold and low.

Work and cherish every thought
Like a fragile, tender bloom,
So vulnerable through frosty days,
Each petal trembling in the gloom.

Winter reigns, the glaciers spread,
A crooked sweep across the land.
Idiots crowd the world around,
But hold your wrath within your hand.

Bypass the “snowman” shell —
A mere veneer of ice and snow.
If thinking always comes to you,
Distinctions will begin to show.

Seek the answer deep inside,
Amid intuition’s restless stir.
Only Light can melt the ice,
Seek it true — from lies demur.



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Mind grows rigid, ice surrounds,
Seek the Light — break frozen bounds.

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Winter reigns, the fools abound,
Ice and lies press all around.
Guard your thought, let petals bloom,
Only Light can melt the gloom.

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Rigid mind, the frost is near,
Hold your thought, defy the fear.
Inside the dark, the Light will rise,
Shatter ice, unveil the skies.

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Mind of ice — break it now!
Shatter lies, refuse the bow!
Seek the Light, melt frozen chains,
Rise, defy, and burn the reins!



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In the Animal World

Is snake;charming an art?
A charm for the sheepish throng,
Leaving only feelings to part —
No thought survives the lying song.

This is Mnemosyne’s service,
And homage to the other Muses too;
Upon the rubber swings the curse,
The weight of bullshit hung in view.

It flashes constantly,
Driving sheep into a trance.
And monkeys laugh gleefully
At the “Decadence” dance.

Evolution thrown to hell —
Much better is the wildwood, free:
There every beast behaves as well,
No demon takes their spree.



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Sheep are charmed, the lies advance,
Monkeys laugh — the beasts still dance.

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Snake;charmed sheep, their minds all gone,
Monkeys mock the fading dawn.
In the wild, the beasts remain,
No demon dares to break their reign.

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Sheep in trance, fools obey,
Monkeys jeer at decay.
Wild beasts roam, free and true,
No devil taints their view.

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Sheep obey — break their trance!
Monkeys mock — the wild advance!
Beasts run free, no devil’s game,
Rise, resist, ignite the flame!



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Sinking Ships

All together now,
Lend an ear,
Drink a “hundred” too,
The “news” is here.

They’ll hang tons of noodles,
Brazen, fast, and sly.
Rush to listen closely —
Do not question why.

Obey, submit —
Follow every order.
Everywhere, strive to
Do it all in border.

We’ll serve the fascists,
Obey the scum,
Or swiftly they may
Kill you, and then some.

Fear — the central law,
The essence of life…
Turn into rats
Amid the piles of lies.

We scuttle and skitter,
But the Captain returns —
The “ships” of false lands
He’ll sink in turns.

And nowhere to escape,
The globe soaked through,
All that remains is to moan…
And choke on the view.



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Fear commands — obey or die,
Captain sinks the ships nearby.

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Listen close, drink, obey,
Fascists rule, your soul’s at bay.
Rats we become in piles of lies,
No escape beneath dark skies.

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Ships go down, the Captain’s near,
Fear and lies command your fear.
Rats in heaps, no chance to flee,
Only moans across the sea.

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Fear commands — resist, defy!
Sink their lies, let none comply!
Captain comes — the ships will burn,
Rise, rebel, never turn!



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Cotton (Wool)

Wool’s worse than WWII Germans —
Most never felt the camp’s harsh price,
The cruelty, the endless torments —
Now it’s easy to know, if you’re vile “Za” and slice.

Sobering will take a long while —
Debility spreads like a plague.
Thus Kremlin;fascists herd the weak in style,
If you’re among the few clever — doomed, vague.

Impossible to live in that Hell —
It means to kill your Honor, Spirit, Mind.
The path back to human dwell
Will be long, the Kremlin scum still confined.

The current bastard will cling awhile,
But a NEW one will come in turn.
Fearful, foul, twisted — only an idiot
Can endure, yet the mad world will burn.

The sheep;virus proved it all,
Only full incineration ends this realm.
The Sun ignites the Armageddon call —
Non;humans kill, slaves overwhelm.

The Earth will be sown with new minds:
Reason rules, not lies or whips.
The Concentration Camp nears its binds,
For with Mind, Spirit, Honor — total apocalypse.



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Wool worse than Nazis, herd the weak,
Only Mind and Spirit make them meek.

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Sheep obey, the Kremlin rules,
Idiots thrive, the world’s fools.
Sun ignites the Armageddon flame,
Reason, Honor — rise again!

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Wool blinds all, the herd obeys,
Only Mind survives the blaze.
Slaves fall down, the tyrants burn,
Rise, resist — the world will turn!

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Wool blinds fools — break the herd!
Sun ignites — strike with word!
Mind and Spirit, rise, resist!
Burn the tyrants — none shall persist!



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“Meat”

“Meat” marches straight to slaughter,
Brainwashed, wasted, drunk in lies.
It deserves no other quarter,
Believing myths it idolizes.

Blindly, meekly, it obeys,
“Eat!” at every tyrant’s call.
Non;humans always find their ways
To grind us down, one and all.

The scale of this catastrophe
Is time for all to understand:
It’s dreadful, far from ordinary,
Only monsters wield the hand.

Trust only those whose minds are keen,
Learn to think, to test, to know —
Verify all yourself, unseen,
And stop deceiving your own soul.

You’re in Hell, poor wretched slave,
Dance to it, your fate decreed.
Oblivion — a terror grave,
For that is where the Soul will bleed.

Grasp the Morass, dissect each part,
The fool is dazed, consumed by lies,
Till man becomes, in his own art,
“Meat” for slaughter under fascist skies.



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Meat to slaughter, blind and meek,
Only Mind and Spirit dare to speak.

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Brainwashed sheep march to the blade,
Fools obey the lies they’ve made.
Trust your mind, your soul, your sight,
Resist the herd, rise and fight!

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Meat obeys, the tyrants win,
Mind resists, lets truth begin.
Dance in Hell? Then see the lies,
Break the chains before the soul dies!

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Meat obeys — rise, resist!
Break the herd, the tyrants list!
Mind and Spirit, strike, ignite!
Shatter lies, reclaim the Light!



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Lies and Provocations

God Mars —
Once more a farce:
Poles beat up Germans,
Vietnam’s leaky boats
Threaten Yanks,
And Ukraine plots
To kill with combat mosquitoes.

Rule the fools
Through Lies, Forgery, Provocation.
But the real depth of degradation
Is what matters most:
No need to govern cattle —
Scare them with the whip,
Then do whatever you please.



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Mars plays farce — lies rule the fools,
Whip the herd, bend all the rules.

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Poles beat Germans, boats threaten Yanks,
Ukraine plots, the world draws blanks.
Lies and provocation run the show,
Scare the herd, then reap what you sow!

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Mars laughs — fools obey the lies,
Scare them with whips, watch truth die.
Cattle ruled by fear alone,
Do as you please on the throne.

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Mars deceives — lies command!
Whip the herd, crush the land!
Fear them hard, strike with might,
Rise, resist, reclaim the Light!



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Mania, Coldness, and Loathsomeness

“Mania” tempts — the mind grows stale,
The Spirit chills from Insight’s trail:
It’s called Disaster — our Heavenly Father,
A crown on horns conceals the bother.

If Psyche’s path is truly dear,
Destroy the slave that dwells in here.
Multiply your intuition,
Through critical thought, clear all illusion.

The Light is within — outside is dark,
The world sinks in fear, lies leave a mark —
Mostly now, there’s nothing true.
You’re a real hero if you pursue:

Fight the brazen lies always,
Through years, deny Shame’s cruel ways,
Reject the world’s relentless DRONE,
And claim the truth as all your own.

The total madness, battle;worn,
Prevents the fool from being born:
Spirit in the mind’s spacesuit,
Amid decay and filth absolute.

Light, resolve, with utmost aim:
If you endure, you’re no mere frame —
The corpse may speak, blind, coarse, and rough,
But break the suit — embrace the tough.

To Freedom, away from scum,
Though different paths may lead you some;
Often in the Stall, the risk is high,
Yet raises chance to touch the sky.

This is the Soul’s salvation —
Better hurry, seize your station!



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Break the slave within, ignite the Light,
Fight the lies, endure the night.

---

Spirit frozen, mind grown stale,
Break the suit, let courage prevail.
Fight the lies, reject the Drone,
Claim the Light — reclaim your own.

---

Mania tempts, the world decays,
Mind enslaved in endless maze.
Break the suit, resist the scum,
Rise in Light, let Spirit come!

---

Break the slave! Ignite the Light!
Shatter lies! End the night!
Rise, resist! Take your stand!
Spirit rules — reclaim the land!



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On Their Own Two Feet

“Some creature stood on its two hind limbs,
then descended again on four wheels.”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec


Rising on their lower limbs,
The crowd in greed and carelessness,
Into the slave;pen they drive,
Back on four wheels, not paws, but wheels.

The stall grows ever wider,
The mind grows weak and small.
Become a “pedestrian,” outside
The dull herd — you see Hell’s sprawl:

A feast for all the vermin,
They rule the pen — the world today.
Plenty of drink and food —
The slave is passive, led astray.

With a clear sight, you find the path,
In the stall, judgment waits:
Horror will overcome,
The trap is sealed by fates.

So go — better yet, run fast,
The clouds of lies loom high;
“Close” ones are enemies,
The mind corroded like acid rain.

Soon not people, only numbers,
And AI will be their chief.



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Step outside the herd, see Hell’s sprawl,
Lies rain down — AI will rule all.

---

Rising on two, the herd drives four,
Slave;pens widen, minds grow sore.
See the lies, escape the throng,
AI commands where we went wrong.

---

Crowd on wheels, the world enslaved,
Pedestrian stands, the mind is braved.
Lies like acid, numbers reign,
AI rules over human pain.

---

Step outside! Break the herd!
See the lies! Let truth be heard!
Run, resist! Fight the throng!
AI will fall — we rise strong!



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The Cage

With orangutans locked in a cage,
It seems life’s easier to wage
Than in a world built on lies,
Where evil always wears disguise.

Just for a bowl of meager stew,
The Spirit’s sold, the friends too.
Humans dull as stoppers, blind,
And killing them? All too aligned.

Only with brazen, blatant lies —
The orangutan’s far more wise!
Wars are easy to ignite,
Like uprooting stumps with spite.

Soon all the wise will share the pen,
So fools may serve their evil then,
And strike the final blow, precise,
To Reason’s last, extinguished slice.



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Locked with apes, the cage feels light,
While fools serve evil, blind to right.

---

In the cage with orangutans,
Life’s less cruel than human plans.
Fools serve evil, wise confined,
Reason dies, the last left blind.

---

Cage the wise, let fools obey,
Evil rules, and Reason frays.

---

Cage the wise! Let fools command!
Evil spreads across the land!
Strike the lies! Free Spirit’s flame!
Fight, resist — ignite the game!



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Mutations

Mutations through the zombie box
Spread every “infection” round.
One true expert rules the shocks
Of this world, TV-bound.

Long ago the mind went mute —
Crowds of zombies everywhere.
Those same crowds will “heal” the brute
With poisoned shots to snare.

Today the whole Leper House
Is just a mad, obedient sphere.
True minds mourn, quiet, silent, louse,
And God has left this sphere austere.



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Zombies spread through every screen,
God has left, the world obscene.

---

Mutations crawl through TV’s glow,
Crowds of zombies, minds laid low.
Poisoned shots to “heal” the blind,
God has left — the sane confined.

---

TV rules, the world’s insane,
Crowds of zombies, poisoned pain!

---

TV rules, the sane are gone,
Zombies reign, the God withdrawn!

---

Zombies rule, God flees, the world decays!

---

TV mutates the mind, zombies take command!

---

Crowds of fools, poisoned and blind, rule the fallen world!



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...ation...

Degradation —
Fascization;
Depopulation,
Mind stagnation.
Civilization?
No — profanation
Of all that’s sacred — an inquisition.



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Degrade, fascize, depopulate —
Mind dead, sacred desecrate!

---

Degrade, fascize, annihilate —
Minds stagnate, the sacred desecrate,
Civilization? Just inquisition’s fate!

---

Decay, fascist ways, the masses fall,
Minds stagnate, sacred turns to thrall,
Civilization? Nothing — just the crawl.

---

Degrade, fascist, minds decay,
Sacred crushed, all light betrayed —
Civilization? Burned to ash, obeyed!

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Fascist decay, sacred gone —
Civilization? Dead, move on!



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Song “The Cuckoo Gone Mad”

The cuckoo keeps calling —
Your “life” it’s installing.
Betrayal of Spirit,
A mind full of gimmicks —
That’s all of your “being”.
Create — they start fleeing,
You’re drowned under lying.
The rule is undying:
Believe, bow, obey them —
And rot while you stay then.

The cuckoo keeps calling —
Your “life” it’s installing.
Forget it — you’ll rue it:
This here is Hell. You “do it”.
(Chorus)

Betrayal is duty,
It’s chilling, not moody.
The Nonsense, the Cheaters —
Fascistic repeaters.
Corruption is peaking,
The daft ones are leaking
Through swamps of “surviving” —
Just lambs for the kniving.

Chorus

The schools and the college
Just cripple your knowledge —
A slave from beginning.
The media spinning
Breeds vermin in masses,
In worshipping classes,
Where Profit’s the idol.
Too few are still vital —
So Gaia is dying
From ego-rot flying.

Chorus

A cretin is standard.
This bottomless gullet
Eats lies without choking —
Illusion keeps soaking
The world into madness:
Awareness in blackness.
It’s all pre-created,
In programs dictated
Through schools and through units
The Vermin still rule it —
Their toxins degrading
Till slaves kneel and fade in.

Chorus

All suffering’s crafted,
By nonsense enacted,
By slavery solid
And tyranny bolted.
They toss you a “crisis”,
You panic — that’s nicest.
Then sell you “solution”,
A new dissolution —
Your path ever tighter
In lies that grow riper.

Chorus

The Overton window:
You can’t throw the filth so
In one brutal measure —
A serf might displeasure.
But slowly, degrading,
“Reforms” they parading.
The scum have revealed it:
The world’s gone — they sealed it.

Chorus

The world marches, staggering,
To Camps that are gathering.
With “health” on the banner,
Red cross — holy manner.
Cow patience, cow thinking,
Cow fear, toxins sinking —
Their basis. And vermin
Push shots predetermined —
Call “vaccine” their venom;
The cretins still thank them.

Chorus

So yes, it is dreadful:
Not humans — just bedbugs.
The frying pan’s glowing,
The Lie-Fire is flowing.
When genocide rises
And shame agonizes,
A great Cataclysm
Will end cretinism.

Chorus

Yet even in Hellfire
Some souls hold desire —
The brave and the clever
Are not lost forever.
The Sickness of Slavery
Will fall into over,
And Subtle ones, yearning,
In Spirit returning,
Will flee from damnation
To Light’s habitation.
To Source they’ll be carried —
Reborn, unburied.

Chorus



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Cuckoo’s still screaming —
But Hell is our season:
Obey — and you’re nothing.
Resist — and you’re Reason.



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The Race for “Happiness”

Doesn’t matter — you’re rotten;
Who cares if you’re craven?
In a world that’s forgotten,
They praise the “well-behavin’”.

The race for “elation”:
Mid-pack — desolation;
Behind run the timid,
The weak and the livid.

And who runs the leaders?
Who drives all the bleeders
Straight into the Chasm —
To “joy” in collapse, then?

Alive — yet you're dying,
Your “dear motherland” eyeing
You as scrap for construction,
A bridge for corruption

Laid straight into Hellfire —
Still worse, still more dire.
In Evil’s Grand Rally
You’ll earn a fine valley:

A coffin that’s faster,
A slide to disaster —
You’ll catch up the swine
And drop off the line…

Then stories for children
They’ll polish and gild them:
A fairy-tale season
Retouched beyond reason.

And new generations,
Without revelation
Of cliff-edge and slaughter,
Will run even farther,

Still rushing and yearning
For Heaven’s returning.
But Horned One will meet them:
“The Sixth Ward will greet them.”

Confused from their childhood,
Not knowing they’re mild food,
A tool to be rated —
Not beings created.

They dream of a phantom,
Of bliss in the Bedlam
That covers the nations
When Evil’s foundation

Holds all from above —
A madhouse called “love”.
Step out of the race,
Find Light in its place.

It’s always within —
Outside is the din.



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Race for “Success”, or The Negative Selection

Chorus:
Nerves stretched to the limit —
You’re chasing that summit.
Since childhood the sprinting —
No place for the Subtle.

No place for the Sensitive:
Dig deeper — it’s primitive.
They powder the lie —
You swallow it dry,

For racing will cover
The traps you discover.
The thoughtful, the clearer
End up in the rear.

Chorus

No place for the Reasoned
In worlds that are seasoned
With dullness and dread:
A minus — you’re dead.

A pyramid order:
The scum rising toward her,
Below — the insane,
Still thicker their brain.

Chorus

No place for the honest.
A sorrowful chronicle
Turns “victories” grim
To legends for him.

No place for the Noble —
Bearers of global
Bright, fiery speech;
In madhouse they screech.

No place for your striving —
A slave-world conniving.
If friends you’re not seeking,
But Light — though it’s leaking,

Then racing is slaughter
Selecting the rotten,
So Meaning is buried,
The foolishness — carried.

The world grows more vacant,
Deranged as the vagrant.
A mad serf’s the norm —
A plague in full swarm.

Chorus

Step out of the race —
A cliff’s in your face:
A coming collapse
Will sweep the dumb maps.

Then Light will remain —
All else is insane.
Say “no” to their quest —
Find Light’s hidden crest.



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Success is a madhouse —
It crowns the depraved.
Step out of their rat-race:
The Light is the brave.



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The Coming “Pension Reform”

“Pension reform” for the planet:
Senile decay as the norm —
Middle age already granite,
And the Spirit? A foul little storm.

So we switch to AI quickly,
While the weak ones get removed —
To the madhouse, or retired strictly.
Welcome to the world “improved”.

No more Spirit, no Creation —
Just obeying, feeding, sleep.
That’s “the happy life” for nations
Turned to cattle, drugged and cheap.

Is it too much? Recall the seasons
Of the scum you’ve lived beneath —
Then multiply their crimes and treasons:
Genocide behind each breath.

Yes, the Spiritual are fewest,
Rare the lucid in the crowd.
So collapse is not the newest —
Slaves won’t reach the Light unbowed.

Darkness thickens — sign unfailing
That the End is close at hand.
Flee the World of Raving, ailing —
To the Source, the higher land!

Far, you say? Not far, but nearer —
Space and time are empty lies.
Higher — Light grows ever clearer;
Lower — only soul demise.

Choose your path: in degradation
Stay and wither, sink, betray —
Or ascend in radiance’s nation,
To the Sea of Light — the day.



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Their “future” is darkness —
Obedience, decay.
Step out of their madhouse:
The Light is the way.



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Alchemy of Pain, or Turning Despair into Light

Despair into Light!
All else is a blight.
The world’s in delusion,
In tales of “Conclusion”,
In “science”, religion,
In art’s mock-derision —
All chains on the mind,
Deforming our feeling,
Leaving reason confined,
Leaving conscience unhealing.

The outcome? A husk —
Thick-headed, half-hearted;
Obedient dusk
Where the soulless have started
To swallow command.
The creatures — ascendant,
They tear up the land
In their rule independent.

No whisper of peace;
For the lucid — no rest.
Only pain brings release:
Turn your torment to quest —
For salvation is false
When you crawl to “the wise”,
To the thousands of frauds
Selling prefabbed “insights”.

But who dares to shout
A raw, final “NO!”
To the pen built of filth
Where the spirit won’t grow?

The alchemy of pain
Is the path to the Light —
To Freedom regained
From the bowel of Night.



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Turn agony to fire —
Let Darkness burn away.
Through pain the Light grows higher:
No other leads the way.



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The Looped Schemes of Evil — The Lesser and the Greater

For years this poor world, through the Swamp of Absurd,
Keeps marching to goals only idiots heard.
The crises are crafted, the dogmas infected —
Through them, Evil’s Fog keeps the masses dissected.

Yet that is not all: every petty religion
Imposes its fraud with obedient precision.
“Search God everywhere — but never within!”
In scriptures of Darkness they package their sin.

And to give fools a “choice”, they require fake science —
A newer religion of blind self-reliance.
Corrupted professors, submissive to power,
Install every lie as “the truth of the hour”.

But school is the core — compulsory, grinding:
It murders all talent with methodical binding.
They beat independent thought out of your head,
And fill it with Sludge — and the fools march ahead.

The banner they march to is pure propaganda,
A gang close to Creatures who rule the agenda.
Today, through the media, Darkness is steering
The world into any Swamp chosen for shearing.

Scum trusted that Evil can rule through submission:
Just shout “your skins are in Danger’s condition!”
And you can muzzle the herd without pity,
While poisoning some in the name of “the city”.

The scheme becomes cyclic when all of their labour
Turns sacred — a curse that they worship as “favour”,
Fearing to lose it each miserable hour —
Thus building their pen, brick by brick, out of Coward.

That’s the lesser design. But beyond it — the greater:
The program they worship as “Harvest of later”.
When genocide peaks, and the threshold is crossed,
All life is erased — and the Earth is re-frost,

Reset as a platform for vile experimentation.
Each cycle grows fouler, each purge — devastation,
For Consciousness dwindles; the Spirit is drowning
In Hell on Earth — in Lies, Fear, and Browning.



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Evil loops, the world enslaved —
Fools march where darkness paved.
Harvest of lies, Spirit drowned —
Only Fear and Swamp abound.



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Paroxysms of Nonsense and the Spiritual Path

Life grips in a deathly clutch:
The mind snaps, then the Soul
Shrinks to a point, if you’re greedy
For “success”, chasing the gold.

Pseudo-life slips on by,
If Creative Impulse
Is the chief. Yet happiness
Will visit but rarely. And the blast

Is likely: it will destroy
Ego’s fears, but won’t scatter
The gloom, though it topples
The Nonsense, preparing Spirit for launch

Into the Beyond — with God, wholeness,
Or rather, the Path to the Source.
It’s hard — infernal pressure
Crushes the small sprout

Of Awareness through the structure
Of ALL PSEUDO-LIFE.
Today’s paroxysms of Nonsense —
Evil has gone into its final fight,

Sensing the coming collapse
Of slavery via Cataclysm.
Today, decay overflows —
Scum’s rule shows, rashism

Puts a fat full stop in it.
Not long till Darkness falls.
So start alone the journey
Out of the Hellish mess.

“Materiality” fades away —
The Pure Spirit hums like a string.
The Soul will know all of it,
If it drowns the world’s din.

Detachment, alienation —
The first step: walk boldly —
Infernal forces won’t catch you:
Pure Spirit outruns all Darkness.

Pure Spirit in the body’s suit,
And in the mind’s night, that’s you.
Final battle, under fire —
You, the weapon, the herd obeying Evil.

And these — seven-eighths
In the dull world. The Devil
Marked them with a muzzle. Quick,
Travel light and fast

On the Path — the Soul
Cannot endure earthly Horror.
Evil will crush the mind through Sludge —
Total Lies — are nothing

Against the sprouting Resistance
In the new Camp on the grid,
Where fools and creatures
Build, forgetting all ciphers,

Replacing fear with
A new plan of genocide:
Not erased as if to dust —
Dreams of the Ruling Scum…



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Life grips, Soul clenches tight —
Evil reigns, Darkness bites.
Step alone, break the chains —
Pure Spirit outruns all blight.



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Insight and Corruption

Sell out — awaken,
And never bow;
The only choice:
Spirit, Mind — or
The Global Stall.

No place for the worthy,
From the start it’s clear.
Lies — the primal sin,
In the Stall they’re like air...
Poisoned. A fool
Lives in it like a fish
In water. Honesty — or
Decay of Mind
And service to CREATURES —
As consequence.

Understand that under the Scum
The world exists,
Its cheese — free or bought —
Instantly becomes repulsive,
And you may awaken.

Better than rotting in the Stall:
Choose any path
That defies decay —
You’ll leave a wild world,
Corrupt and worthless,
Where the idol is Falsehood.

Falsehood everywhere:
In “science”, Judas,
The Pure Spirit lost,
Doors opened to Darkness.
Religion: believing
Its nonsense, you seek God
Outside — pitiful.

Forgery! — the Light is within:
See it quickly,
And you will walk, destroying
The nonsense imposed since childhood —
The best tool to keep the world in check.

And Evil’s nonsense is everywhere —
Inside and out.
To purge it, you need Fire,
Which the Light will ignite.
“No Hell!” — let it become
A partner (and judgment to Darkness)
On the hard Path
To the Source.

Do not fear —
Open to insight,
Awaken, and walk!



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Sell out — awaken,
See the Light within.
Burn the childhood lies,
And let the Path begin.



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The Path to the Source

The “pleasure” of connection,
In the Bedlam of Decay,
Is plainly — wretched.
As is the search for God
Through scriptures and such,
Appealing to mind and soul —
Only to inject Satanism,
Dragging all to idiocy.

Books help little —
Chains on consciousness,
Censored subtly if judged in the mass.
You’re in the biomass:
A few exceptions
Among the wretched generations
Change nothing —
Everywhere CREATURES triumph.

Introspection may assist,
Summing up your world,
If in search of the Light
Within, discarding
The layered nonsense —
Thus you awaken from the Fog.

Nonsense is total, corrupt,
Hence the slave obeys Evil.
Chains abound — a problem,
Reinforced by myths, memes,
And ideas that CREATURES
Throw everywhere, turning
The world to rot.

In division, fools abound,
In survival, in fear —
The herd is born on the Scaffold!
Yet it’s simple —
Schools dumb down, propaganda wails,
And useless labor compounds harm,
Denying the Soul time
To grasp its endless torment
In this hellish world.

Hurry — little time remains —
To behold the Light.
The Earth is lost —
Cataclysm approaches,
Sweeping the slaves
Who took fascism for order,
Turning them into mere devices.
The scum showed
The Bottom of Decay — Darkness, Shame!

Begin your Path to the Source,
Leaving Hell’s ass behind!!!



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Fools drown in Hell’s decay,
Light waits inside your soul.
Leave the scum, step away —
Awaken, take the Path to the Whole.



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Dust of Nonsense over the Corrupt Ashes of Foundations

Always look not at dust — but at the foundations.
And what will you find then
For pseudo-science? Shackles
On free thought. Herds in Lies

Through media, sold and fake: forgeries —
There lies their base. Sticky fear
That clamps the mind, belief in gods
Its cornerstone, and any “Allah” too.

Fear of death they soothe with tales,
Far from the Spiritual Spheres.
Those foundations sit in the guts
Of those awakened from Evil’s Chimeras.

Do not trust — go inward — the answers
Are found only there, by yourself:
The “sweet-voiced” with greetings,
Enemies when least expected,

Offering manna from the sky,
Relaxation from the Slave Regime of Earth.
They won’t bring you to your knees
If your mind is clean of Nonsense and Blight.

Yet the blight supports those ideas
That strengthen slavery and fear.
Sweep the dust from the foundations quickly,
See — they are Corrupt Ashes.

All is dust and ashes. Spiritual experience
Is the only reality in Darkness.
The system of slavery drowns it
Always, everywhere, in a mess of ideas.



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Look past the dust — to the base,
Corrupt ashes choke the mind.
Sweep the blight, awaken your Space,
Only Spirit’s Light you’ll find.



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Different Palettes

Gray-white — black-gray:
How to choose your palette?
Mind trapped — clumsily
You’ll lie in a vulgar world.

A healthier mind can once again
Rebuild the Tale of the White Bull.
Thus you sum up your collapse:
The mind’s path — a template, boredom.

Strike with the color spectrum,
If the Heart leads you
Out of the Fog. There you become
A spark of God. And it will find

Its way from Hell
To the Ocean of like Sparks.
Each day you must strive
To see the Light through Darkness, though

To catch even a weak glimmer
Is immense: mirrors
Everywhere, crooked. A spark
Of Light — and immediately comes scorn,

Interpretations and schools
Twist and reflect it.
Or they press with arbitrariness —
Requiring a servant of Evil,

Blind and deaf in the Sodom
Of the vast World.
There Spirituality lies in eternal coma —
Few exceptions: the herd

Darkness intends to make
Everyone alike. Success — in abundance.
Boredom, grayness overcome? —
Then rush faster to madness!

The upside-down world is insane:
Splash wildly and brightly
With the riot of colors, yet wisely —
A mark atop the grayness —

Again you become and see
Hell unadorned.
No longer will you hesitate,
To the Ocean you gladly steer.



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Gray fades — splash colors bright,
Let the Heart guide through the night.
From Hell to Ocean, Sparks arise,
See the Light with open eyes.



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The Path to the Source

The God-anointed sprouted horns,
For the Devil rules the world.
A grand lackey over fools,
Whose Spirit is almost erased —

That was the king with his kind.
Now pseudo-choices — chaos
From smaller lackeys. Soon they’ll vanish,
As reason dwindles in the world —

This was shown by the scum-creature.
Evil’s propaganda grows fouler, wider —
And soon the mind will be crushed.

The pen today will turn
Into a Massive Digital Camp.
Don’t wish to bow to Darkness —
The bot-warden will reach you.

What will help? Spiritual experience.
Leave the herd, seek alone.
In “reality” there’s only Big Hell —
Propagandists rule today.

Streams, books — won’t help:
A drop of honey on a barrel of tar.
New chains will be laid,
For Lies and Fog are stronger than steel.

Only introspection and critical mind
Are your friends. No escape:
The world’s erasures are cyclical —
They sweep away when Nonsense grows vast.

And what is the goal? Your path to the Source
Beyond matter, beyond time.
Reach there — and you are godlike.
Movement toward the Light — your law.



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Leave the herd, seek alone,
Beyond the lies, beyond the drone.
Reach the Source — godlike and bright,
Move through Darkness toward the Light.



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Chauvinism


Part 1. The Fight Against Evil — Or Really, Vegetables vs. Firewood

Pinocchio in Cipollino
Buried his nose — the fight is on:
VEGETABLES vs. FIREWOOD.
The CREATURES of Hell won’t vanish

Through media, schools, and universities,
Dulling all the firewood
Alongside the vegetables.
The aim of arbitrariness — the Soul and Mind.

And “ideas” will be thrown at them —
DIVISION is their essence.
The more primitive the lie, the bolder,
It quickly drives Terror —

So the best solution:
This Hitler clearly knew.
Genocide, followed by DECAY —
In Fear and Lies, the world is lost.

Published on YouTube August 14, 2025,
Removed November 19, 2025, for chauvinism.


Part 2. Chauvinism

Pinocchio is a chauvinist —
His nose doesn’t dip into the canvas.
Cipollino is an angry fascist —
Hating Lime for ages.

YouTube scum,
Decided to judge everyone.
Dragging the world to the Bottom
Through censorship. No chance to rise!

Filth keeps watch, drowning content
Where truth, pain, and protest dwell.
Digital cops everywhere.
Through scum, the test of reason fails

For the majority —
So crap tops the charts.
A sane head?
Chauvinist or rabid psycho.

We used to hear five steps ahead.
Now they write as if in a drawer.
Lies are aimed at fools
Like a barrel of a gun.

They’ll keep finishing off —
All wounded, even the smart ones.
But most don’t care:
Chauvinism — made for these faces!!!



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Vegetables fight, firewood stands,
Hell’s scum rules with empty hands.
Lies and fear keep minds in chains —
Chauvinist world, madness reigns.



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Degenerates and Inhumans

"And you dare call us criminals? No, you are the real criminals. You allow us to do whatever we wish. You play kings, chiefs, and presidents. You need goats to lead the flock of sheep to slaughter. There is a class of slaves and a class of parasites. The latter — that’s us. Few in number, yet smarter and more united than you. We do not want to produce — that’s for the slaves. We want to consume. Luxury and privileges, because we are carriers of ideas. Reason commands the hands, not the other way around. Few, yet we have done much. Many of you, yet incapable even of little."
— Revelation of a ruling inhuman, Moscow, 1991


Degenerates! Occupiers!
In this, "AS IF" you’re not involved:
The herd hates talent —
Better to rot as a stump,

To believe, lie, obey,
Gathering junk.
In Darkness it’s convenient to decay —
To chew and drink the swill,

Or howl when your tail is pinched.
Speak the Truth — instantly outsider.
That bitchy tribe —
Your main enemy, you vanish.

Not by Evil: commands are given,
Only the bitches will carry out,
In fury of propaganda,
To embody nonsense in Bedlam.

What shocks in the scum?
Not the squalor of that play,
But the rage with which vermin
Turned the world into filth.

No prospects —
Filth rots in the Darkness.
In it, the Reasonable are strangers.
The vile howl of propaganda

Rules the world. Clown —
“Supreme Chief,” p-Resident.
The world will burn, then anew
An experiment will be made

Of Degradation. From Hell
Turn to the Spheres of Spirit:
Among the worthless, you’ll seem a fiend.
If you’re “asleep” — awaken fast!



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Degenerates rule, the herd obeys,
Filth spreads dark in endless ways.
Awaken, rise — escape the Hell,
Among the worthless, your Spirit dwell.



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Who Fits the "Bright Tomorrow"?

Tomorrow is built today
By pattern. That pattern
CowID revealed — unfit
For any non-fool.

A submissive idiot will
Form the base, while AI
Cools the spark of thinking
Across Earth's populace.

Spiritlessness now abounds.
Guess what will come…
And shouting “All is lost”
Is far too late, my friends…



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Tomorrow’s base — the idiot meek,
AI will numb the thinking weak.
Spirit gone, the world decays —
Too late to cry, the end of days.



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Set to IMPROVE the SLAVE-WORLD —
In madness, you enter the pantheon
Of Pol Pots, Hitlers, mightier still,
To drive the drivel of the world away.

From Reason, seeking the Foundations —
To the primal face of your Soul.
Find it — and chains will vanish
In an instant, turning to mere mist.



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To crush the slave-world’s endless lies,
Through madness, reach your Soul’s bright skies.
Chains will shatter, vanish, flee —
Primal Freedom — your decree.



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Among the “close,” with glance and gesture,
And euphemism, I hold my might:
Speak words of protest, voice dissent —
They’ll kick you from the gang outright.



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A Rephrase of Schopenhauer

By nature, men are cold, indifferent
To others of their kind.
Women, though frail and slender,
Are foes to their own mind.



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Fools: lies, ills,
Artificial woes — attacks,
Evil overflows like monkeys,
Handling dynamite, unhinged, no slack.



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Dish of the day — for those without Fire:
Consumption drained to the last.
The fiends’ grip is strong — inspire
With bait of cash to the mast.

The “Gavvah” restaurant, for the stump —
A free world, open and wide.
For the wise — yet not fully dumped.
But soon they’ll crush with pride:
The fiends lie hard, with pain applied.



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Dish today — for those with no Fire,
Consumed by fiends, lured by desire.
The wise may stand, but not for long —
Their lies hit hard, brutal and strong.

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No Fire? Then feast on the fiends’ plate!
Greed-fed fools, your fate they dictate.
Truth crushed, lies roar — the world they bend,
Stand if you dare, before it’s the end.



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World to the toilet!

World — a shooting range.
Cheese for mice —
In a trap.
Mind — in the latrine.
Dull and meek:
Reforging all
Into little mice —
That’s what the fascist fiend craves.



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World in the latrine!

Mice get cheese,
Trapped with ease.
Mind flushed down,
Fiend wears the crown!



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World’s a latrine,
Mice chase dreams.
Brains go down,
Fascist grins.

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Cheese for the mice,
Trap’s precise.
Mind in the bowl,
Fiend in control.

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World’s a shithole,
Brains flushed fast—
Fascist feasts on the dumb.



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Atavism of Mind
Amid the Filth:
Wildness grows on its own—
Yeast sown by Darkness.



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Mind’s Atavism
Filth breeds wildness—
Darkness throws the yeast.

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Atavism of Mind
In the sh*t it festers,
Wildness grows unchecked—
Darkness throws its poison yeast.