84 poems

Schemes, Memes, Systemic Lies

This petty world is choking thick —
A jungle built for fools and freaks.
Schemes and memes, brute themes of beasts —
And blind, mute hordes that never see.

That is the sum. And where is God?
Satanic dust in worlds so flawed.
So Devil rules — dumbed-down and proud,
A god for slaves who bow too loud.

His horns are filed, his image clean,
A holy mask for servile minds.
“A servant of God” — disgrace!
Only madmen chew that bait.

And madness seals the final door:
Not just a slave — insane, no more.
You weaken fast in rotting air
If you won’t fight the Evil there.

This petty world is choking still:
Mass media — junk food for the ill.
Schemes, memes, the System’s lies —
Whole nations blind, with sealed-up eyes.

Resist the noise — save only Soul.
Ignore it once — and you’re controlled.
Seek “truth” inside this stinking pit —
You’ll find the trap already set.

Evil injects its schemes and memes,
Its beast-made topics, fake ideals.
No proof required, no logic test —
Problems are staged, then “solved” by stress.

Create the fear — they’ll bend in line.
Decomposition by design.
A simple scheme, efficiently dumb,
While crowds stay blind and never speak.

This petty world is thick with rot:
“Health” — the new god for every bot.
So wars for “safety” proudly rage,
Fake plagues are fed to cage the mass.

Fear is their tool — it kills the Mind,
Turns all the world to toxic grime.
They promise “progress”, hint at “heaven” —
But what is progress to the Devil?

Regression of both Mind and Spirit.
In that — success is crystal-clear.
And fools consume, obey, advance
Toward the Global Prison Camp.

A red cross on a blackened flag
Will mark its triumph — Hell’s own brand.
With Spirit crushed and Reason dead,
They’ll turn the idiots into cattle —
That is the world’s appointed end.

A Cataclysm will interfere:
It sweeps the slaves, the fascist fear,
The Global Idiocy away.
To Spirit’s Spheres — a chosen few,

Who did not kneel to Evil dressed
As “good” — for morons, cheaply blessed.
This petty world — same choking lie:
Evil as “good” for fools goes by.

The schemes have won, the System thrives,
By grinding slaves and stealing lives.



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Schemes. Memes. The Gospel of the System

This world is sealed — no path, no breath,
A thicket forged for fools and death.
Schemes. Memes. Beasts rehearse their creed.
The crowds are blind. The crowds don’t speak.

That is the end. Where is your God?
He rots in myths the slaves applaud.
So Devil reigns — refined, polite,
A hornless god of sterilized minds.

His image scrubbed, his claws concealed,
A sacred brand for those who kneel.
“God’s servant” — shame beyond repair.
Only the mad still swallow prayer.

Madness is sentence, not disease:
Not just a slave — a beast on lease.
You rot alive among the tame
If you won’t stand against the Flame.

This world is sealed — the lie is thick.
The media feeds the brain-dead script.
Schemes. Memes. Systemic Lies.
Whole nations mute, with stitched-up eyes.

Resist the Noise — or lose the Core.
Ignore the Soul — you’re owned, no more.
Seek “truth” inside this poisoned pen —
You’ll choke on traps already set.

Evil implants its schemes and memes,
Its beast-made gods, its plastic dreams.
No proof. No thought. No questions asked.
Problems are forged — solutions fastened.

Create the Fear — they bend, they crawl.
Decay becomes the master law.
A simple scheme. A perfect grind.
The crowd stays blind. The crowd stays kind.

This world is sealed — “Health” is king,
The golden calf of everything.
Invent the plague. Inflate the dread.
Fear keeps the cattle safely fed.

Fear kills the Mind. Fear skins the Soul.
Turns Earth to ash, then calls it “goal”.
They promise “progress”, hint at “light” —
Progress for whom? For Hell’s delight.

Progress for Hell is Spirit’s death,
The lobotomized, obedient breath.
And idiots consume, march on,
Into the Global Slaughter Zone.

A red cross carved on blackened cloth
Will crown the reign of manufactured loss.
With Spirit smashed and Reason bled,
They’ll breed the human into herd —
That is the future they have fed.

But Cataclysm will cut the thread.
It wipes the slaves, the flags, the dead
Ideologies of rotting minds —
The Global Cult of the Blind.

To Spirit’s Spheres — a ruthless few
Who did not kneel to “good” untrue,
To Evil masked in mercy’s tone,
To comfort sold as virtue’s throne.

This world is sealed. The lie is done.
Evil is “good” — the schemes have won.
The System thrives on broken backs,
On silenced minds, on hollowed facts.



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Systemic Gospel

Schemes and memes choke every breath.
Evil is “good”. Obedience — faith.
Fear kills the Mind. The Soul is sold.
Progress means Spirit growing cold.

The herd marches where cages bloom —
Until Cataclysm clears the room.



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Venal Beasts

A swarm of venal beasts has grown,
Infesting Earth, flesh to the bone.
Soon numbers won’t mean anything —
All sinks to rot within the gloom.

From filth of these half-humans born
All fades, erased, debased, undone.
No madness left till final days —
For madness crowned itself as norm.

They sold themselves to Satan’s fools,
To dull cults drooling over rules.
That’s why the link with Spirit snapped —
Too much it blocked the path to herd.

The only force that barred their fall
To cattle status — gone, withdrawn.
Below the floor, beyond disgrace,
This scum collapsed — forever small.

That’s why the stench is everywhere,
Why hope itself is thin as air.
The Mind is starved, in dumbness reined,
The world restrained by stupefaction’s chain.

Spirit in a noose, and “norm” is dumb.
Debility has overcome.
The media — rabid, barking curs —
Cry “panic!” yearly, on rehearsed terms.

Each year: fake plagues, new wars, new fears.
Terrorisms, scripted tears.
For reaching DNA itself
They need their Judas helpers well.

But all this scum will rot and die
Before full fascism can rise.
Nature has bonds — she doesn’t need
Obedient cattle, docile breeds.

The Sun will boil the filth away,
And cleanse the Earth, save her that way.
She’s under siege — yet fools consume
What poisons them, and call it “food”.

The idiot’s steered by inhuman hands,
By lies that rot and tightly bind.
When scorched skins blacken — whores of Hell,
Ashes from the infernal well —

Upward, to Spiritual Spheres,
A rare, alert soul disappears.
But for now Lucifer is served
By slaves too dumb to feel the curse.



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Venal Beasts

Venal beasts infest the land,
They sold the Mind, they sold the Hand.
They cut the Spirit — it blocked the way
To grazing dumbness, night and day.

Fear is their god. “Normal” — rot.
The media barks. The herd obeys.
Fake plagues, fake wars, scripted dread —
To brand the flesh, to edit Man.

But Nature needs no cattle breed.
The Sun will burn this crawling seed.
Scum rots. The Earth exhales again.

A few rise up — intact, aware.
The rest still kneel to Lucifer.



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They sold the Mind.
They cut the Soul.
Fear crowned as “good” —
The herd took control.



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They butchered Mind.
They skinned the Soul.
Fear wears the crown —
The herd is whole.



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The Soul’s Mechanism, Ungreased by Kindness

The work goes on, the gears all spin,
Yet Soul still creaks, worn thin within —
No warmth, no care, in urgent strain
To glimpse the Light through grinding pain.

Cold is the wage. Dread is the pay.
You can’t be bought — you scrape your way.
Friction among the filth and slime
Of vulgar, trivial wasted time.

Resistance marks the moving core.
You glide — you’re rotting, nothing more.
To slide is decomposition’s sign:
An idiot racing down decline.

The path was paved by Dark’s design,
Lubed smooth with lies, made slick, benign.
You want to be yourself? Then stand
Alone. Step out. Reject their hand.

Expel the ideas — grease for thought,
That drags the Mind where rot is taught.
So you’ll skid faster into Noise —
Confusion’s whirl, coercive ploys.

It presses, pulls, distracts, constrains,
The creak grows loud from mental chains.
You stop — it crushes. So the rule:
Move AWAY. Keep motion cruel.

The work goes on. The Soul still aches,
No warmth, no care — the Path it takes.
Toward the goal it strains to go,
Through pain it learns what it must know.

The Path to Source — your only Way:
Out of the World of Raving Grey.
Break through the Lie. Outrun the Dread.

You meet a Sea of Light — that’s it.
That is the Source. The final gate.
Sorrow dissolves. You’re not alone.

The Ego melts. You’re Ocean-wide.
The Ocean isn’t dreamed — it’s given,
Granted by the Source itself.

The work goes on — no ache, no scar.
No lack of warmth, no grinding bar.
You’re at the end — the Path complete,
And with your final step
you crush the last of Evil underfoot.



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The Ungreased Mechanism of the Soul

The work moves on — the gears still grind,
The Soul still creaks, stripped bare of kind.
No warmth, no care — it strains to see
The Light through friction’s agony.

Cold is the wage. Dread is the fee.
You won’t be bought — you scrape, you bleed.
Friction among the filth and slime
Of vulgar, hollow wasted time.

Resistance is the mark of motion.
You slide — you rot in slow corrosion.
To glide is decay’s obedient ride,
An idiot racing the downward slide.

The path was paved by Darkness’ hand,
Greased smooth with lies, politely bland.
You want to be yourself? Stand lone.
Step out. Reject the offered tone.

Expel the grease — the ideas fed
To lube the Mind toward rot instead.
Distraction pulls. Confusion binds.
The creak grows loud inside the mind.

You stop — it crushes. So the law:
Move AWAY. Resist the maw.

The work moves on. The Path is one:
Out of the World of Noise and Run.
Break through the Lie. Outrun the Dread.

You meet the Sea of Light — the Source.
Ego dissolves. You are the Course.
The Ocean given, not conceived.

The work moves on — no grinding pain.
The Soul stands whole, unchained, unstained.
The Path is done. With final stride
You crush the last of Evil — and step outside.



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Dry Residue

A screw in place. Rusted through.
Instant scrap — replace, remove.
Plenty spare — the press won’t stall,
Crushing pseudo-life and all.

Blood and slime drip down the line.
Ugly residue remains.
The screw is out, as always — told
Its fate is “noble”, tight, controlled.

In Proper School they drilled it in:
Call it not a press — “progress”, grin.
Insertion’s named “service high”,
Serving goals that drain the sky.

Generations ñìåíÿò ëîæü,
Pressure grows, the prana’s gone.
“All is fine,” the screw repeats.
Life is ground beneath the plates.

Pulverized — a beastly gain.
Build the Multi-Mechanism.
No need for camps or open crimes —
Just lubrication, time and time.

Biomass bends. The beasts command.
In Stupid Hell there’s nothing else —
No souls, no ñìûñëû: screws and bolts.

Strip the bullshit — truth is blunt:
Beasts are few. The Mechanism
Drags the petty parts — DOWN.



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At the Soviet Newsstand

“Russia’s sold, no ‘Truth’ remains.
Just boring ‘Labor’ for three kopecks’ gains.
Early steps if light you need
In your fractured fate’s misdeed.

“Horn” will wake, “Sov-Culture” shouts,
Sprays squeaky nonsense all about.
“Sports” distracts from senseless fray,
“Screen” lifts pseudo-film display.

“Ogon¸k” burns the bridges to Mind.
“Health” will drive you stark, unkind.
But forget the past — the Mind at war
Through media now is brutal, raw.

Through CowID, through rashism’s stain,
The crowd grows dull, the herd grows vain.
The beasts who rule are crueler still
Than in old stagnation’s chill.

The world at large — a rotten pit.
Cry or howl — it matters shit.
A digital camp rises wide,
Yet those who know won’t be its guide.

The beasts can’t build. They’ll burn, they sow.
The rot tries grain, but none will grow.
Multiply your judgment near Death’s door —
Avoid the harvest of the beast once more.

Perhaps you’ll pass to Spheres afar,
Beyond the lies, the fear, Lucifer’s scar.



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Digital Camp

Truth is gone, the herd grows dull.
Beasts rule cruel, the world is null.
Media claws, lies crown the Mind.
Step free — leave the beast behind.
Pass the Spheres, beyond the fear,
Lucifer’s tricks won’t reach you here.



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Muzzles, Branding, and “Self-Isolation” of the Sheep Virus Era

The “plague” won’t let you chew:
“No muzzle, freak?!” they bark at you.
Branded cattle walk the store
Unchallenged — fear is nothing more.

Not protection — branding mark.
A dumbed-down world is filthy dark.
It grows by itself — a yeast-fed curse,
And from there — self-execution bursts.

Self-execution under one CowID?
Constantly. The Spirit died.
The branded herd, the so-called “folk,”
Are nothing but a hollow yoke.

No muzzle? It’s in the mind.
Knock the skull — call that “life” defined.
Self-execution, slime of Evil spread —
Lies and problems served on bread.

The Digital Camp is built ahead
For those with broken heads.
And the rest? Off to the slaughter!
The herd will carry out the order,
And joy they find in every slaughter.

What struck in this “plague”? Obedience!
In the filth, self-help’s expedience:
Earlier, the psycho hid in quiet,
Now lies, cash, and brand — Super-Evil diet.

Three-quarters of them rotten, blind,
And the angelic bastard drives their mind
With nonsense like “good deeds” spun.
Good? The Camp. The trash with poison? Fun!

The doomed Earth groans under Evil’s blast.
Only one question left: “How at last
To leave the chaos, find the Source,
Defeat the Fear, the Muck, the Curse?”



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Sheep Virus

Plague bites, no chew allowed.
Branded herd obeys, heads bowed.
Fear is law, the Spirit dies.
Lies and slime control the skies.
Digital camps rise, the weak obey.
Seek the Source — escape decay.



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De-energized Wire

You chase a wretched goal —
To forge “happiness” against the whole.
But you’re no lone fool, Emelya-style —
For beasts grind lies, crushing the vile,
Grinding the weak into chains forever,
Leaving no soul to break the tether.

Not emotions, nor sudden Sight,
Will grant you calm in endless night.
Amid the Lies and Decomposition,
Where “happiness” kneels in confusion,
Before the Universal Evil bow,
Barely alive, just scraping now.

Sight and creation feed the spark,
But floods of emotion leave you dark.
Such “happiness” — a wire without current,
Yet you cling, in the Scheme, abhorrent.
Searching for some murky hiss,
A mad slave, the Scheme’s abyss.

And the greatest lie in all the dark —
The fool buys in, his mind a mark.
Seeking Energy in the world outside,
In the rotten pit of shame, you bide.
It’s within: find it, explode, arise,
Beyond the Patterns, claim the prize!



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De-energized Wire

Chase not the wretched goal outside.
The beasts grind lies, the weak subside.
Energy waits within your chest —
Explode, arise, and break the rest.
Beyond the Scheme, beyond the wire,
Claim the Source — ignite your fire.



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Macro-Schemes of Evil

“A cockroach crawls across the sky!”
All say: “Defect in the mind, oh my…”
A world reversed: the filth, the slime,
Drives fools into terror, time after time.

From childhood drilled: “The Basics! Learn!”
Chains are laid, their minds to burn.
They die — new youth inherit lies,
Nonsense fed, dumbed-down and unwise.

A simple test: “Big Numbers, see!”
Over the VOID, the zeros hang free.
The average number marks the fiend
Crushed beneath the Evil machine.

The Light of Ones is harder found,
As Darkness grows more bold, profound,
More vile, more cruel, more unrestrained,
By genocide the balance strained,
To favor those who bleat and sway.

Spiritual gain — the Unit stands,
But Zero cries: “It’s just your hands!”
The Abyss of Evil deepens still,
While Ones are crushed against its will.

In the end, all Evil schemes decay:
Zeros overflow, the Ones fall away.
Signal lost, the world in thrall,
Catastrophe when Zeros rule all.



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Macro-Schemes

Zeros crawl, the Ones are crushed.
Darkness grows, the balance hushed.
The fools all bleat, the schemes expand.
Find the Light — or lose the land.
Beyond the Abyss, the Source remains,
Unit ignites, the Evil wanes.



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Long-Distance Running as Modern Super-Yoga

I step out for a run —
Running’s been my friend since young.
Today the run is super-yoga:
It brings much health along,
Amuses, calms, and lifts the mind,
Tripling endorphins in the blood I find.

Reverse addiction — all endurance,
A world of pseudo-life, perverse insurance.
To lose yourself, if just a while,
And dive into the blissful mile.
Alcohol, needles drag you low,
Running lifts, if you let it flow.
With steady pace, it never fails
For the patriot on truthless trails.

No homeland — the world forgets,
A sensitive yogi trusts himself yet.
Everything mirrors within and far,
The Light exists, there where we are.
Running strengthens this, multiplies the force,
The distant horizon guides your course.

I step out for a run —
Running’s been my friend since young.
Today the run is super-yoga:
It brings much health along,
Amuses, calms, and lifts the soul,
Triples the horizon’s endless whole.

Yogis move attention from out to in,
On the path — paradoxes begin:
If you run in measure, fully pressed,
Within and outside unite the rest.
For the first time, you’re not in filth,
In this rotten world — super-yoga’s kith.

I step out for a run —
Running’s been my friend since young.
Today the run is super-yoga:
It brings much health along,
Amuses, calms, and lifts the mind,
Triples your awareness — fully aligned.



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Super-Yoga Run

Step out, run — friend since youth.
Super-yoga brings the truth:
Health and calm, mind and soul awake,
Tripling force with every stake.
Inside and out unite the way —
Awareness grows with each new day.



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Conveyor of the Dead

Pointless work
For money, not delight,
Stamps out idiots —
That is its aim. Its drive, its spite.

Everywhere they scream: “Importance!
Profit is everything!”
Like a tumor, greed spreads,
In Darkness, slavery thrives.

The result: soullessness.
From the Conveyor, the dead descend,
Covering Horror and Disorder
With a blanket of nonsense to the end.

World-wide, lies and filth abound.
Through them, minds and souls are crushed —
A double blow strikes the psyche,
As fools step on the conveyor, hushed.

School-trained to dull the mind,
Nervous, sowing Evil everywhere.
The law of Discord reigns,
Corruption in the world laid bare.

The main path of Decay
In this wretched little world.
And steps to Hell are paved
By the fool’s labor, twisted, twirled.

For the beasts give only Lies,
Goals meaningless, empty, vain.
To the Bottom of the Lying Sea
They march — all bright things slain.

Pointless work,
Lies, Fear, the beasts’ decree.
No chance for the herd to rise again:
Hell is here — the Earth, you see.



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Conveyor of the Dead

Pointless work, the herd steps down.
Lies and Horror rule the town.
Fools are stamped, the soul decays.
Beasts drive labor, Hell’s highways.
No chance to rise — Earth is Hell.
Only the dead conveyor tells.



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The herd steps down, the dead conveyor hums.
Lies and Horror strike like drums.
Fools are crushed, the soul erased,
Beasts rule labor, Hell embraced.

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Pointless work, fear in the veins.
The conveyor grinds, the herd complains.
Lies and filth across the land,
No escape — Hell by their hand.

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Dead march onward, fools enslaved.
Horror spreads, the weak depraved.
Beasts command, the world decays,
Earth is Hell — the conveyor stays.



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Herd marches down, the dead conveyor roars.
Lies and filth crush minds, devour cores.
Fools stamped flat, souls ground to dust,
Beasts drive labor — obey, or bust!

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Dead conveyor hums — no escape, no light.
Fools consumed in Horror’s bite.
Beasts command, the Earth decays,
Hell is here — the conveyor stays.



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Conveyor

Dead conveyor grinds the fools.
Lies and Horror rule the schools.
Beasts command — the world decays.
Hell is here, in endless ways.



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Fools march down the dead conveyor.
Lies devour, Horror takes over.
Beasts command — the soul decays.
Earth is Hell, the system stays.

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Dead conveyor hums, the herd obeys.
Lies and filth consume their days.
Beasts grind life, the weak erased.
Hell endures — the world debased.



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The Cat Waits for No Handout

The cat waits for no handout — it knows
The Sensitive-Good; they glow
Through Reality! With whiskers, they share,
Through Reality and Light — don’t dare.

Kick and grovel on the handouts,
Feed on evil lies that shout.
If the ride’s upgraded, tuned, and sleek,
No day in the Murk is spent oblique.

Murk drags all toward Horror’s sway,
Through handouts — slow slaughter’s way.
If you’re not friends with your own head,
You’re half-dead while you’re “alive,” instead.

Where is Light more abundant? Look:
The cat’s eyes flash — they hook
Understanding in comparison:
Look into “human” eyes — a void, decomposition,
Under Darkness’ weight of thought.

Without Light, ideas rot mind and Spirit,
Devilish schemes take form, inherit,
By the dictates of their servant throng.
Sensitive-Good have no place among
The ranks of Evil — only in Nature.
The cat is no fool, a Renegade
For the sake of the Negative’s measure.

Sometimes it wants to meow,
To stop writing verse, somehow.
A greater echo to be found
Among the cats… just stroke them, sound.



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The Cat

The cat waits — no handouts fed.
Sensitive-Good walk where Light is spread.
Humans hollow, eyes of rot,
Ideas crush the mind a lot.
Flash of Light from whiskered eyes —
Shows the truth beneath the lies.



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The cat waits, no handouts near.
Light for the Sensitive-Good appears.
Humans empty, ideas rot,
Whiskered eyes reveal the plot.

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No handouts, the cat knows best.
Sensitive-Good escape the rest.
Human eyes — void, dark, confined,
Cat’s Light shows the truth behind.

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Cat waits, the Light is clear.
Fools consume lies, darkness near.
Whiskers flash — the truth ignites,
Sensitive-Good rise to heights.



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Cat

The cat waits — no handouts fed.
Humans hollow, ideas rot.
Whiskers flash — the Light is spread.



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Cat waits, no handouts near.
Humans blind, ideas decay.
Whiskered eyes — the truth lights way.

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The cat knows, no gifts to chase.
Fools rot under Darkness’ face.
Light sparks from whiskers’ grace.



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Cat

The cat waits — fools rot, no light.
Whiskers blaze, Truth smashes night.



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Cat waits — no handouts for the blind.
Whiskers spark, the truth unbind.

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The cat sees — fools decay in vain.
Light strikes through whiskers’ reign.



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Cat

Cat waits — fools burn in hollow night.
Whiskers slash, Truth cuts with light.



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The cat waits — fools crumble blind.
Whiskers strike — Truth leaves none behind.

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Cat sees all — humans rot in lies.
Whiskers blaze — the Light never dies.



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"The Victors"

Pedants — their victory declared:
Read between the lines if you dared,
You’ll find much nonsense, thick and loud,
Among fools, it’s praised and proud.

If you dare to beep reply
To their babble, truth will die.
Quietly, with Truth, you fade —
In Nonsense, it’s not displayed.

World-wide Nonsense: if you obey,
You’ll line up neat at the feeding tray.
The idiot, master of the Lie,
First to the trough — a victor high.



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The Victors

Pedants win — the fools cheer loud.
Read between — the nonsense proud.
Truth fades quietly, ignored.
Idiots first to the feeding board.
Line up neat, the world obeys,
Nonsense rules and lights their ways.



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Pedants reign, fools clap in line.
Truth fades, nonsense shines.
Idiots first, the feeding board,
World obeys the empty word.

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Fools cheer, pedants claim the prize.
Truth vanishes before their eyes.
Idiots feast, the world complies,
Nonsense rules — no one defies.

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Pedants win, the herd goes blind.
Truth is lost, fools fall in line.
Feed the idiots, praise the lie,
World bows down, the strong comply.



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The Victors

Pedants win, fools cheer the lie.
Truth fades fast — the idiots rise.
World obeys, Nonsense rules the sky.



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Pedants rule, fools cheer in line.
Truth is lost, Nonsense shines.

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Fools applaud, pedants take the crown.
Truth dies, the world bows down.



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The Victors

Pedants win, fools worship lies.
Truth dies fast — Nonsense never dies.



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Fools cheer, pedants claim the throne.
Truth erased — Nonsense rules alone.

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Pedants reign, the herd obeys.
Truth crushed, Nonsense lights their ways.



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Zoo of Fools

Idiots, idiots — sheepish crowd!
How tiresome is this dull zoo of shroud!
There “grass” is filth, a sea of lies,
“General Director” — fascist guise.

Propagandist howls, a mangy hound,
A vile police-dog prowls around.
Reason banished long ago,
Replaced with noise and mindless show.

Noise swiftly turns to “Heil!” in jest,
New F;hrers mount — a crowded crest.
Old Goebbels fades — the liars’ king
Substitutes law with falsifying sting.

Today the box of zombies rules,
Driving herds like mindless tools.
Spirit in those flocks forever dead,
All dragged along where the herd is led.

And here the frenzy grows more wild,
Inhuman filth, restraint defiled.
At history’s end, only one act survives:
An explosion sweeping all decayed lives.

The Spirit saves — a true abode,
For humans only, the righteous code.
The vile will perish, harsh the truth,
For Spirit spares not lies or uncouth.



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Zoo of Fools

Idiots herd, the filth prevails.
Lies and noise replace all trails.
Zombies march, the Spirit slain,
Fascist liars rule the plain.
Only an explosion clears the blight,
Spirit saves, the vile takes flight.



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Buddhist Half-Nonsense, Guided by Rhythm and Rhyme

“Form is no different from emptiness.
Emptiness is no different from form.
Emptiness itself is form.
So too are feelings, perceptions,
Factors shaping mind and thought.”
— Praj;;-p;ramit; S;tra


Emptiness is form,
And form is emptiness.
Simplicity — a mere pro-form,
Of complexity’s distressing press.

All complexities are vexed,
Then simplified, yet break apart;
From shards arise the madhouse,
Insanity in scattered heart.

Form is shaped at whim,
Driving out… the void.
Under this crushing wave,
Simplicity is destroyed, annoyed.

Complexity becomes a dogma,
Resulting in a splintered mess.
Emptiness turns an abyss,
Form a chain — all downward press.

Straight to Hell. In Hell, all forms
Are illusions, never void.
Evil takes the pro-form place,
Replacing pure emptiness destroyed.

Half-nonsense in these lines
Crystallizes as a trap.
If your gaze is one-sided,
Forever in Hell you’re wrapped.



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Half-Nonsense

Emptiness is form, form is void.
Simplicity crushed, complexity toyed.
Shards of mind become the madhouse.
Chains of form drag all to Hell’s spouse.
Evil masquerades as pro-form’s guise.
One-sided gaze — forever demise.



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Emptiness wears form as mask.
Simplicity shatters under task.
Shards of thought — the madhouse grows.
Chains of illusion drag all lows.
Evil poses as the pro-form’s art.
One-eyed gaze — the soul departs.

---

Form is void, void is form.
Simplicity breaks in storm.
Shattered minds, the madhouse calls.
Chains of form ensnare us all.
Evil wears a righteous guise.
Blind gaze falls where darkness lies.

---

Void becomes form, form the void.
Simplicity crushed, complexity toyed.
Shards of mind, a madhouse spin.
Chains of illusion drag all in.
Evil stands where purity dies.
Gaze one-sided — forever lies.



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“Kind of Politics”

Mad reactions
Have long gone off the scale.
For that, there are “factions” —
Corrupt shit without fail.

A game of “opposites”
Plays on in politics.
The idiot sees no fakeness,
Pierced through by simple tricks.

“Enemies” are always fabricated;
Trouble they will devise.
The scum rake in bribes with paws,
While puppeteering lies.

But these are only clowns —
The master’s far away.
And idiots remain shackled
By total falsehoods’ sway.

The lie is planted from childhood —
Politics just a part.
There’s no better tool in the world
To crush the mind and heart.

Audit all the lies,
Dig as deep as you can go.
So you may draw nearer
To the light of freedom, glowing far below.



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Kind of Politics

Mad reactions, lies in place.
Factions rule, the scum embrace.
Enemies invented, bribes obscene.
Idiots chained by falsity’s machine.
Dig the lies — the deeper, the light.
Freedom waits beyond the night.



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Factions scheme, the scum conspire.
Madness reigns, the fools retire.
Enemies forged, bribes in hand.
Idiots chained across the land.
Dig the lies, reach for the light.
Freedom waits beyond their blight.

---

Politics: a game of fraud.
Fools cheer, the scum applaud.
Enemies born from crafted lies.
Shackled minds, truth slowly dies.
Dig deep, unearth the night.
Freedom shines beyond their blight.

---

Madness rules, the scum advance.
Enemies invented, fools in trance.
Lies planted deep from early years.
Shackles tighten, freedom nears.



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Kind of Politics

Fools chained, scum rule the stage.
Lies breed enemies, madness rage.
Dig deep — freedom breaks the cage.



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Kind of “Game” with Half-Gods… Damn

Don’t babble that this is a “game” —
A cursed place, a shameful scene.
Look at the idiot — half-god? Ha!
What nonsense, what a self-made spleen!

A half-god, who SOLD his soul?
He didn’t even dare to sell!
No evil here is more absurd —
Than the ninth wave of lies that swell.

The idiot’s glued to the zombie box,
This heresy bends his mind.
Think like that — your world shrinks tight,
You’re not friends with your own kind.

This is Hell. There’s no worse place
In all the cosmos wide.
A “game” of debasement —
Where all shall with scum collide.

Look at the idiot! Once more! Awake!
Stop spewing lies, see around!
Awareness of your state —
The first step out from chains unbound.

Otherwise — decay, corruption reigns.
Stop shitting into minds like that!
Not toys — the Sun will end this “game”
And burn the whole of Hell to flat.



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Half-Gods Game

Half-gods fail, their souls unsold.
Madness rules, the lies unfold.
Zombie minds, the scum’s delight.
Awake — or rot in endless night.
Sun will burn this cursed game,
Hell itself reduced to flame.



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Half-gods stumble, souls unbought.
Lies and madness rule the plot.
Zombie minds obey the scum.
Awaken quick — or all is numb.
Sun will scorch this cursed play.
Hell itself will burn away.

---

Half-gods lost, their souls unclaimed.
Madness spreads, the lies inflamed.
Zombies march, scum takes the lead.
Wake — or rot in Hell’s own feed.

---

Half-gods fail, fools obey.
Lies and scum hold full sway.
Sun will end this cursed scene.
Hell burned clean, souls made keen.



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Half-Gods Game

Half-gods fail, their souls unsold.
Madness rules, scum takes hold.
Sun will burn this cursed fold.



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The Odds Before the Fight

We are few. They swarm in crowds.
The mad ones are the foe.
And even here, among our ranks,
The fragile thrive — and fools still grow.

They’ve herded them into a mass,
A crushing, total war.
We’re scattered shards — so every move
Falls flat, ignored, no score.

The mad won’t leave us be — not now.
Their master’s sharp and cold.
The world sinks deep in genocide,
While zombie screens unleash the fold.

The sheep won’t bite, won’t strike, won’t think —
They’ll simply crush by weight.
The remnants of the sane grow tired,
Too lazy now to fight their fate.

Some few are swift. But they’re so rare.
The rest — the flock’s own kin.
For now it feels like distant drills,
But darker days begin.

Days of disgrace, decay, and chains.
The Darkness tightens grip.
Yet rot awaits that Darkness too —
This pile of filth will burn to cinder and to slip.

For though the Dark seems vast and thick,
The Light is greater still.
We will step out of this dead zone —
So stop being “untouchable”:
Break the walls.
Break the prison.
Kill the will.



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Battle Odds

We are few, they swarm in crowds,
The mad ones rule the foe.
Among our ranks, the fragile hide,
And fools still thrive and grow.

They crush in mass, a tidal war,
We scatter — moves fall flat.
The sheep won’t bite, won’t strike, won’t think,
Yet bear down where we’re at.

Some few are swift, but rare indeed,
The rest are flock, the same.
The Dark may tighten, chain, and feed,
But Light will rise — reclaim.

Break walls, break chains, the fight is near,
Step out, strike back, no fear!



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Battle Odds

We are few, they swarm in mass,
Madness reigns, the fools amass.
The sheep won’t bite, they crush by weight,
Yet Light remains — it won’t abate.

Some few are swift, the rest are lost,
Dark tightens chains, but pays the cost.
Break walls, break chains, the fight is near,
Step out, strike back, no fear!



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Battle Odds

We are few, they crush in mass,
Madness reigns, but Light will last.
Break walls, break chains, the fight is near,
Step out, strike back, no fear!



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Battle Odds

Few stand, the mad press down,
Sheep crush all, but Light won’t drown.
Break the chains, ignite the fight,
Strike the Dark — reclaim the Light.



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Few rise, the herd bears down,
Madness grins, the fools all drown.
Shatter walls, unleash the fight,
Light strikes back — devour the night.

---

The mad press hard, the flock obeys,
Few remain to cut the haze.
Break the Dark, reclaim the skies,
Strike with fire — the Light will rise.

---

Few endure, the masses crush,
Darkness spreads, the fools all flush.
Break the chains, the battle calls,
Light survives — the tyrant falls.



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Few remain — the herd will fall,
Madness grinds, but Light conquers all.
Break the chains, ignite the fight,
Strike the Dark — unleash the Light.



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Apocalypse

Herds will crash, the mad consumed,
Darkness breaks, the Light resumes.
Chains explode, the battle roars,
Freedom strikes — the tyrant falls.

---

Few stand tall, the herd will break,
Madness shatters, Light awakes.
Chains combust, the battle screams,
Freedom burns — the tyrant dreams.

---

Hordes will fall, the fools undone,
Darkness shivers, Light has won.
Walls collapse, the war ignites,
Strike the Night — reclaim the heights.

---

Masses crush, the mad degrade,
Light explodes, the Dark decayed.
Chains are torn, the fight ignites,
Freedom blazes through the nights.



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Apocalypse

Few remain — the herd decays,
Madness shatters, Light ablaze.
Chains break loose, the battle roars,
Freedom strikes — the tyrant falls.



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Apocalypse

Herds will crumble, fools devoured,
Darkness quakes, the Light empowered.
Chains ignite, the war explodes,
Freedom rains — the tyrant’s road.



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Fury Shade — Razor Edge

Few endure — the herd decays,
Madness gnaws, the Light ablaze.
Chains snap hard, the battle screams,
Freedom slams — the tyrant dreams.



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Fury Shade — Predator Blow

Hordes collapse, the fools consumed,
Darkness cracks, the Light resumed.
Chains erupt, the war ignites,
Strike the Night — reclaim the heights.



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Fury Shade — Savage Roar

Masses crush, the mad degraded,
Light explodes, the Dark invaded.
Chains are torn, the fight ignites,
Freedom roars — the tyrant dies.



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Apocalypse

Herds collapse, the mad are slain,
Darkness burns, the Light remains.
Chains shatter, war’s fury flies,
Freedom crushes — tyrants die.



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Dark Terror

Hordes fall silent, fools consumed,
Night devours, the Light resumed.
Chains are crushed, the battle roars,
Freedom smashes — tyrants fall.



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Explosion

Masses crumble, madness reigns,
Darkness shatters, Light remains.
Chains ignite, the fury flies,
Freedom strikes — the tyrant dies.



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Prophetic Wrath

Herds devoured, the mad erased,
Night trembles, Light takes its place.
Chains are broken, war ignites,
Freedom reigns — the tyrant bites.



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Herds devoured, the mad undone,
Darkness shattered, Light begun.
Chains explode, the war ignites,
Freedom crushes — tyrants’ nights.



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Raging Pulse

Hordes devoured, fools torn apart,
Night trembles, Light ignites the heart.
Chains shatter, fury blazes free,
Freedom storms — the tyrants flee.



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Savage Pulse

Masses crushed, the mad decayed,
Darkness quakes, the Light displayed.
Chains erupt, war’s fire ascends,
Freedom strikes — oppression ends.



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Wrath Unbound

Herds annihilated, chaos roars,
Light invades where darkness soars.
Chains break loose, the battle cries,
Freedom reigns — the tyrant dies.



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Final Wrath

Hordes crushed, the mad undone,
Darkness shattered, Light has won.
Chains explode, the war ignites,
Freedom reigns — the tyrants bite.



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Cataclysm

Hordes obliterated, fools erased,
Night quakes, the Light has traced.
Chains ignite, the battle cries,
Freedom storms — the tyrant dies.



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Apocalypse

Masses crumble, madness slain,
Darkness falters, Light will reign.
Chains erupt, the war consumes,
Freedom breaks — oppression looms.



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Wrath of Dawn

Herds devoured, chaos undone,
Light invades where shadows run.
Chains shatter, fury takes flight,
Freedom crushes — tyrants’ night.



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Apocalypse Pulse

Hordes annihilated, madness torn,
Night devoured, the Light reborn.
Chains explode, chaos takes flight,
Freedom strikes — the tyrants’ blight.



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The Burning Dish

Consciousness — a tangle of neuroses,
Crushed under lies and endless threats,
Dark spells multiply in hidden proses,
All worsened by the world’s corrupting debts.

Add dumbing down to every mind,
Souls castrated by the greed of fools,
Fascism’s cry resounds, unkind,
A global madness, rewriting rules.

Only the steadfast, who honor Spirit from youth,
May find salvation, though unseen.
The rest are swept by lies uncouth,
And idiots march where they have been.

A negative selection feeds the fools,
Tested long on crooked kings.
Semi-humans, half-devils, twisted tools,
Their stench suffocates all living things.

But all these vermin will choke in flames,
When the dish itself is set alight.
The smell of burning lies proclaims,
The Sun cooks, and Spirit saves the night.

Each year its light grows stronger still,
The Pure Spirit shields the land.
No need for monsters, no hellish kill,
The weak herds of Inferno’s hand.



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The Burning Dish

Consciousness crushed under lies,
Dark spells rise, the fool obeys.
Souls castrated, fascism cries,
Vermin choke in fiery blaze.
Sun ignites, the Spirit saves,
Inferno’s herds fall, no slaves.



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1. Savage Pulse
Lies crush minds, the dark expands,
Fools obey with empty hands.
Souls broken, fascists roar,
Vermin burn, return no more.

2. Apocalypse Slice
Darkness rises, fools in line,
Spirit strikes — the flame divine.
Chains shatter, vermin fall,
Sun cleanses, one and all.

3. Predator Flash
Consciousness crushed, lies reign high,
Fools march blind, the weak will die.
Sun ignites, the Spirit strikes,
Inferno sweeps — the tyrant’s vice.