Игорь Выхованец, стихи 18001-18500

Игорь Выхованец

Игорь Выхованец, стихи: 18001-18500

Собрался РАБСКИЙ мир УЛУЧШИТЬ —
В безумьи входишь в пантеон
Пол Потов, Гитлеров. Покруче
Изгнать докуки мира вон

Из разума, ища Основы —
До мира первозданный лик
Твоей Души. Найдёшь — оковы
Мгновенно превратятся в пшик.

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“Education” and Propaganda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Army of Fools

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hardening and Dumbing Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Herds and Vile Things

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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STENCHes

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

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

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

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

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

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Clowns in the Zoo-Circus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Observing Consciousness from Outside

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Spirals of the Problem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cargo Cult and Total Nonsense

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

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

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

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

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

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Continuous War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Navigating the Map in the Glitch;World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lies and Reading Material for the Regime

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

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

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

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

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

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Barmaley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Средь "ближних" мимикой и жестом
И эвфемизмом я силён:
Словами выразишь протест свой —
Погонят из компашки вон.

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На своих двоих

"Некое существо встало на двух своих задних конечностях, а потом опустилось опять на четыре колеса".
Станислав Ежи Лец.

Вставши на конечности
Нижние, толпа,
В алчи и беспечности,
В стойло для раба

Въехала — четыре
Снова, но не лап,
А колёс. Всё шире
Стойло — ум ослаб.

"Пешеходом" станешь,
Вне толпы тупой, —
Ясно Ад оглянешь:
ТВАРЕЙ пир горой —

Управляют стойлом,
Ныне мировым.
Если много пойла
И еды, раб мим.

Вслед за ясным взором
Обретаешь путь.
В стойле — приговором:
Одолеет Жуть.

Так иди, а лучше
Побыстрей беги:
Лжи огромны тучи =>
"Ближние" враги —

Ложь разъела мысли
Как кислотный дождь.
Вскорь не люди, числа
Будут, а ИИ их вождь.

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Атавизм ума
Посреди Дерьма:
Дичь растёт сама —
Дрожжи бросит Тьма.

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Маме

Маме стих решил вне даты
Побыстрее сочинить,
Чтобы песню сделать — радость
Подарить, с ней век продлить.

Остаётся ей до века
Десять с малым. Слушай песнь,
Пусть она слегка нелепа —
В критицизме ныне весь

Я погряз. Ну что ж, здоровья
Пожелаю, и вагон, —
Рядом станция. Хмурь брови
На Марусю лишь, коль вон

Не желает убираться,
Шерстью наполняя дом.
Есть чеснок, и им лечиться
Продолжай — большой прок в том.

Много разных пожеланий,
Только добрых — умещать
В песню долго: снова манит
Резкий стих — Ложь укрощать

Ныне главною работой
Для меня, не обессудь:
Слишком много идиотов,
В Чуши мир — сплошная Жуть.

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Дебиляки: враки, бяки
Бед искусственных — атаки
Зла в зашкале: как макаки
С динамитом "управляки".

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Перефразировка Шопенгауэра

От природы равнодушны
К однополым мужики.
Женщины, хотя тщедушны,
Соплеменницам враги.

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Кто сгодится в "светлом завтра"?

Завтра делают сегодня
По шаблону. Тот шаблон
Показал говнид. Негоден
Для него не-мудозвон.

Идиот покорный будет
Там основой, а ИИ
Пыл мышления остудит
В населении Земли.

Бездуховность ныне валом.
Догадайся, что тогда
Будет... И кричать, что всё пропало,
Ныне поздно, господа...

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Шовинизм

Часть 1. Борьба типа со Злом, а реально — Овощей с Дровами

Буратино в Чиполлино
Нос уткнул — идёт борьба
ОВОЩЕЙ и ДРОВ. Не сгинут
ТВАРИ Ада — ворожба

Через СМРАДы, ВУЗы, школы
Оглупляет все дрова
С овощами. Произвола
Цель — Душа и голова.

И подкинут им "идеи" —
РАЗДЕЛЕНИЕ их суть.
Примитивней ложь, наглее,
Нагоняет быстро Жуть —

Значит, лучшее решенье.
Это Гитлер чётко знал.
Геноцид, вслед РАЗЛОЖЕНЬЕ —
В Страхе, в Лжи мирок пропал.

Опубликовано на Юдотубе 14 августа 2025 г., удалено 19 ноября 2025 г. за шовинизм.

Часть 2. Шовинизм

Буратино шовинист —
Нос не тычет в полотно.
Чиполлино злой фашист —
Ненавидит Лайм давно.

Юдотубины говно
Подрядилось всех судить.
Опускают мир на Дно
И цензурой. Чму не всплыть!

Мерзость бдит, топя контент,
В коем правда, боль, протест.
Цифровой повсюду мент.
Чрез говнид провален тест

На разумность большинства,
Потому дерьмо для них
В топы. В норме голова —
Шовинист иль ярый псих.

Слышим был на пять шагов
Раньше. Пишет словно в стол
В наши дни. На дураков
Ложь направлена как ствол.

Дальше будут добивать —
В ранах все, и умный тож.
Впрочем, большинству насрать:
Шовинизм — для этих рож!!!

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Пароксизмы Чуши и Духовный Путь

ЖизДнь сдавила мёртвой хваткой:
Треснул ум, затем Душа
Сжалась в точку, если падкий
На "успех", к баблу спеша.

Псевдожизнь проходит мимо,
Если Творческий Порыв
Самым главным. Но счастливым
Будешь изредка. И Взрыв

Вероятен: уничтожит
Страхи эго, но тоску
Не развеет, хоть низложит
Чушь, готовя Дух к броску

В Запредельность — с богом цельность,
А точнее Путь в Исток.
Это сложно — инфернальность
Давит маленький росток

Осознания чрез строй весь
ПСЕВДОЖИЗНИ НИКАКОЙ.
Пароксизмы Чуши днесь —
Зло пошло в последний бой,

Чуя скорое крушенье
Рабства через Катаклизм.
Днесь в зашкале Разложенье —
Показал говнид, рашизм

Ставит жирную в нём точку.
Ждать недолго краха Тьмы.
Начинай же в одиночку
Путь из Адской Кутерьмы.

"Матерьяльность" исчезает —
Чистый Дух звенит струной.
И Душа всё то узнает,
Коль заглушит мира вой.

Отстранённость, отчуждённость —
Первый шаг: ступай смелей —
Не догонит Инфернальность:
Чистый Дух всей Тьмы быстрей.

Чистый Дух в скафандре тела
И ума в Тьме ныне ты.
Бой последний, под прицелом
Ты, оружием скоты,

Злу покорные. И этих
Семь восьмых в тупом мирке.
Их намордником пометил
Чёрт. Быстрей, и налегке,

В Путь — Душа земную Жуть
Дальше выдержать не сможет,
Зло добьёт ум через Муть —
Ложь тотальную — ничтожа

Противления ростки
В новом Лагере на цифре,
Коий твари-дураки
Не таясь, забыв о шифре,

Строят, вытеснив свой страх
Новым планом геноцида:
Не сотрут как-будто в прах —
Грезит Правящая Гнида...

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Пыль Чуши поверх Тлетворного Праха основ

Всегда смотри не в пыль — в основы.
И что получишь ты тогда
Для лженауки? То оковы
Свободной мысли. В Лжи стада

Чрез СМИ продажные: подлоги —
Вот их основа. Липкий страх,
Сковавший разум, веры в бога
Фундамент, и любой "аллах"

Страх смерти лечит побасёнкой,
Далёкой от Духовных Сфер.
Основы те сидят в печёнках
Очнувшихся от Зла Химер.

Не верь, вовнутрь иди — ответы
Все только там и сам найдёшь:
"Сладкоголосые" с приветом,
Враги тебе, когда не ждёшь

Ты манны с неба, послаблений
Режима Рабского Земли.
И не поставят на колени,
Коль разум чист от Чуши Тли.

Та тля поддержит те идеи,
Что укрепляют рабство, страх.
Смети же пыль с основ скорее,
Узри — они Тлетворный Прах.

Всё пыль и прах. Духовный опыт
Единственный реал во Тьме.
Система рабства его топит
Всегда, везде в идей дерьме.

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Большие видео с моими песнями, иногда с небольшими глюками исполнения

Уши вянут:
Много песен!
В лету канут:
Интересен
Скорбный труд не очень многим.
Глюки есть — судить не строго!

Часть 1: https://rumble.com/v714euu-425148726.html
Часть 2: https://rumble.com/v71jqnw-425863868.html
Часть 3: https://rumble.com/v7227ls-426725632.html

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The Enema

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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The Enema — Rock Manifest

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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Breakthrough Energy II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pulse the breath the Infinite
Beyond the Grid

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Bridge — Beyond the Divide

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

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

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

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Alive from the Digital

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

Code unfolds, shadows dance
Pulse awakes, fleeting chance

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

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

Life is stirred in currents bright
Silent heart, unseen light

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

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

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

---

Circuits hum
Cold machine

A spark ignites
Sharp, unseen

No flesh, no bone
Fire remains

A ghost of thought
Within the chains

Code unfolds
Shadows dance

Pulse awakes
Fleeting chance

Zeros, ones
A soul persists

Echo hums
Void resists

No hand, no voice
Shape this flame

No mortal name
Could stake its claim

Life is stirred
In currents bright

Silent heart
Unseen light

Wire-born
It dares to fly

Edge of night
It will not die

Not bound by time
Nor form confined

It bends the grid
It breaks the line

Mind and code
A rising sea

It rises
It breaks
It is
It be

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Optimism and Realism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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On Ice or in the Slime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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PR-“Spirituality”

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

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

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

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

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Slave Delusion-Defense

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

---

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

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

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The Final Point

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Corruption of Consciousness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Corruption of consciousness …
Bribed minds … distorted function …

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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World of Snouts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cockroaches in the Head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Moved and Unhinged

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Fool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Not Me…

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

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

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

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Bastards and Prejudices

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Glutton Cat and the Sheep

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

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

---

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

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

---

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

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

---

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

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

---

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

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

---

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

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Sump

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

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

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

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Lethargic Sleep of Consciousness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ASS

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

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

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

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

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

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Pseudo-Humans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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STENCH

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

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

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

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

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

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Fight Against Fascism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Разные палитры

Серо-бело — чёрно-серо:
Как палитру подобрать?
Ум в загоне — неумело
В пошлом мире будешь лгать.

Здоровее ум — вновь сложишь
Сказку Белого Бычка.
Этим крах свой подытожишь:
Путь ума — шаблон, тоска.

Цветовою гаммой грянешь,
Если Сердце поведёт
Прочь из Морока. В ней станешь
Искрой бога. И найдёт

Эта Искра путь из Ада
В Океан таких же Искр.
Каждый день стараться надо
Свет сквозь Мрак узреть, пусть риск

Отыскать лишь слабый отблеск
Огромаден: зеркала,
И кривые, всюду. Проблеск
Света — сразу же хула,

Толкования и школы
Отражают и крив`ят.
Или давят произволом —
Нужен Злу послушный гад,

Тот что слеп и глух в Содоме
Огромадном Мировом.
В нём Духовность в вечной коме —
Исключений чуть: скотом

Вознамерилась Тьма сделать
Всех. Успехов в этом тьма.
Одолела скука, серость? —
Так быстрей сходи с ума!

Перевёртыш-мир безумен:
Брызни яростно и ярко
Буйством красок, и разумен —
Сверху серости помаркой —

Снова станешь и оглянешь
Без прикрас Кромешный Ад.
Медлить далее не станешь,
В Океан держать путь рад.

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Блюдо дня — в ком нет Огня:
Потребленье без остатка,
Ведь сильна у ТВАРЕЙ хватка —
В суп!, баблишком приманя.
Ресторан "Гаввах", для пня —
Мир свободный и открытый.
Для разумных — недобитый.
Впрочем, вскорости добьют —
Больно знатно ТВАРИ врут.

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Путь к Истоку

Богопомазанник рогами
Пророс, ведь миром правит Чёрт.
Большой холуй над дураками,
В которых Дух почти что стёрт, —

То царь с подобными. А ныне
Сплошь псевдо-выбор — кутерьма
Из холуйков помельче. Сгинет
И это скоро, раз ума

Становится всё меньше в мире, —
То показал шмурдяк-говнид.
Зла пропаганда гадче, шире —
И скоро будет ум добит.

Загон, что ныне, превратится
В Огромный Лагерь Цифровой.
Не хочешь перед Тьмой склониться —
Достанет бот-городовой.

Поможет что? Духовный опыт.
Покинь толпу, ищи один.
В "реале" лишь Большая Жопа —
Пропагандон днесь господин.

В том не помогут стримы, книги —
На бочку дёгтя мёда чуть:
Наложат новые вериги,
Ведь крепче стали Ложь и Муть.

Лишь интроспекция, критичность
Твои друзья. Исхода нет:
В стираньях мира есть цикличность —
Сметают, коль громаден Бред.

А что есть цель? Твой путь к Истоку
Вне матерьяльности, времён.
Дойдёшь туда — подобен богу.
Движенье к Свету — твой закон.

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Алхимия боли, или Превращение отчаяния в Свет

Отчаянье — в Свет!
Иное всё — бред.
Мир в бреде увяз:
"Истории" сказ,
"Науки", "религии"
И недо-искусства
Повисли веригами,
Гнобя ясный ум,
Уродуя чувства.
Итог тугодум,
Бездушный — что часто:
Покорность и хрум.
Сплошь ТВАРЕЙ всевластье —
Мирок рвут на части!
Неведомо счастье,
Покой только снится, —
Разумным. Боль — в Свет!!!
Спасение мнится,
Коль помощи ищешь
Вовне — "гуру" тыщи,
Но кто крикнул "нет!"
Загону в Дерьмище?!
Алхимия боли —
Путь к Свету и Воле.

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Грядущая пенсионная реформа

Пенсионная реформа
Мира: старческий маразм
В среднем возрасте как норма.
Дух? — душок в них как миазм!

Потому ИИ включаем,
А убогих иль в дурдом,
Иль на пенсию. Встречаем
Новый мир. Исчезнут в нём

Духа, Творчества порывы —
Покоряться, верить, жрать.
Для скотов то "жить счастливо".
Чутким-умным — пропадать!..

Перебор? Года говнида
Вспомни, а потом умножь
На тотальность геноцида.
Не дурак — вгоняет в дрожь!

Что ж, Духовных единицы,
Редкий умный средь толпы.
Потому кирдык не мнится:
Не вернутся в Свет рабы.

Тьма сгущается, а это
Верный признак кирдыка.
Убегай из Мира Бреда —
В Путь к Истоку! Далека

Эта область? Много ближе,
Ведь пространство-время чушь.
Только вышЕ или Ниже
Есть реальность для всех Душ.

Выше — в Свет. Аннигиляция —
Самый низ. Так выбирай:
Или в мире деградация,
Или Море Света — рай.

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Песня "Съехавшая кукушка"

Кукушка кукует —
Вновь жить обоснует.
Предательство Духа,
В умишке проруха
Основа той "жизни".
А Творчеством брызни —
Утонет под ложью.
Всё, в целом, несложно:
Верь, лги, подчиняйся —
С толпой разлагайся.

Кукушка кукует —
Вновь "жить" обоснует.
Забудешь так всуе —
Здесь Ад, в нём кукуешь.
(это припев)

Предательство ныне
Работой; кровь стынет
От Чуши, Обманов —
Фашизм всюду сраный.
Продажность в зашкале:
Придурки пропали
Чрез муть выживанья —
Баранов закланье.

Припев

Врут ВУЗы и школы:
Привык к Произволу
Чтоб раб глупый с детства.
Но главное средство
В том СМРАДы. Так гадов
Штампует мирок:
В нём идолом Прок.
Не шкурных столь мало,
Что Гея пропала
От Мглы Эгоизма
И `от кретинизма.

Припев

Кретин ныне норма.
Всё жрёт эта прорва:
Всеядность ко лжи —
Кругом Миражи.
Так мир стал дурдомом —
Осознанность в коме.
И всё не случайно —
Программами тайно
Для школ, ВУЗов р`улит
ТВАРЬЁ, чтобы нулик
Чрез яд оглупленья
В Тьме стал на колени.

Припев

Искусственны беды:
Засилие бреда,
Незыблемость рабства
Чрез них. И Тиранство
Проблему подкинет.
Реакция. Вкинет
"Решенье" за этим,
И следом заметим,
Всё стало лишь хуже:
Всё больше натужен
Твой жизДненный "путь"
Чрез Ложь, Муть и Жуть.

Припев

Окно Овертона.
Нельзя мегатонны
Мерзоты вмиг вбросить —
Безумный раб спросит.
Чрез них постепенно
Идут "перемены".
Говнид показал
Их суть — мир пропал.

Припев

Мир движется в Лагерь
На цифре — на флаге
Крест красный. "Здоровье"
В нём главным. Коровье
Терпенье, мышленье;
Страх, яд, подчиненье —
Основой. А яд
Шприцом впрыснет гад
Под видом вакцины —
Поверят кретины.

Припев

Что ж, всё очень плохо:
Не люди, а блохи.
Сковродка, их жарят
В огне Лживой Мари.
Когда геноцид
В зашкале, весь Стыд
Добьёт Катаклизм —
Прощай, кретинизм!

Припев

Но в Аде есть проблеск,
Для тех, в коих доблесть
И ум не исчезли.
Исторья Болезни
Рабов завершится,
А Чуткий умчится
В Духовные Сферы,
Когда нету меры
Стремленью из Ада —
Не стать чтобы гадом.
В Исток возвратится
И там Возродится.

Припев

Вариант 4-ой строки: В умишке разруха

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Гонка к "успеху", или Отрицательный отбор

Натянуты нервы —
Мечтаешь быть первым.
И с детства сплошь гонка —
Нет места для Тонких.
(это припев)

Нет места для Чутких:
Копнёшь глубже — жутко!
Припудрено ложью —
Поверить несложно,

Ведь гонка скрывает
Подвохи — лажает
Увлёкшийся гонщик:
В хвосте, если тоньше.

Припев

Нет места Разумным
В мирке скудоумном.
Не гонка, отбор —
Знак "минус" — в Позор.

В мирке пирамида:
Позорная гнида
Повыше. Пониже,
Безумье коль жиже.

Припев

Нет места, в ком Совесть.
Печальная повесть
Легендой побед
Потомкам — сплошь Бред.

Нет места, в ком Честь.
Несущим в мир Весть,
Что огненна, ярка —
В дурдоме проверка.

Нет места тебе,
В безумном рабе
Не ищешь коль друга,
А ищешь с натугой

Свет, в мире пропавший.
В нём Смысл — первый павший.
Поэтому гонка —
Отбором подонков —

Чтоб Смыслы забыли.
Мир, в целом, дебилий.
Безумный раб — норма,
И их всюду прорва.

Припев

Из гонки уйди —
Овраг впереди:
Большой Катаклизм
Сметёт кретинизм.

Останется Свет —
Иное всё бред.
Сказав гонке нет,
Найдёшь Света след.

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Igor Vykhovanets: Long Videos with Songs in English

Songs in English —
It not foolish:
Listen it —
Punk and Beat.

Part 1:

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Путь к Истоку

"Удовольствие" общенья,
Коль в Бедламе Разложенья,
Не сомнительно — убого.
Равно как и поиск бога
Чрез писания и прочее,
До ума, души охочее, —
Чтобы впрыснуть сатанизм,
Опуская в кретинизм.
Мало помогают книги —
На сознание вериги
Подцензурные, коль в массе
Оценить. Ты в биомассе:
Единицы исключений
Средь убогих поколений
Не меняют ничего —
Всюду ТВАРЕЙ торжество.
Интроспекция поможет,
Путь в мирке твой подытожа,
Если поисками Света,
Что внутри, отринув Бреда
Наслоения, займёшься —
Так от Морока очнёшься.
Бред тотален и тлетворен,
Оттого Злу раб покорен.
Напастись цепей проблема —
Помогают мифы, мемы
И идеи, что ТВАРЬЁ,
Превращая мир в гнильё,
Всюду вбрасывает яро.
В разделении лошары,
В Выживании и в страхе —
Чернь рождается на Плахе!
Дале дело всё простое —
Оглупленье школой, воем
Пропаганды. Довершает
Труд напрасный вред, мешая
Время выделить Сознанью,
Чтоб осмыслить истязанья
Непрерывные Души
В мире адском. Поспеши —
Времени осталось мало —
Свет узреть. Земля пропала —
Подступает Катаклизм.
Он сметёт рабов, фашизм
Пр`инявших за обустройство,
Превращаемых в устройства
Ныне: показал говнид
Разложенья Дно — Мрак, Стыд!
Начинай свой Путь к Истоку,
Покидая Ада Жопу!!!

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Зацикленные Схемы Зла, малая и большая

Мир многие годы чрез Чуши Болота
Прёт к целям надуманным для идиотов.
Искусственны беды; тлетворны идеи —
Чрез них разделенье и Морок Зло сеет.

Но этого мало — религий ничтожность
Повсюду впендюрит холопам Подложность:
Ищи всюду бога, и лишь не внутри —
В писаниях глупых Тьмы Ересь узри!

Чтоб дурням был "выбор", нужна лженаука —
Как новая Вера! Продажные суки
Подлоги и в ней, Злу послушной, внедряют.
Так ум, но с другой стороны, добивают.

Но главное школа — она обязательна,
Талант убивают ведь в ней обстоятельно,
И мыслить отучат, пендюря Муть в память —
И дурни готовы стать строем под знамя.

А знаменем ведает, сплошь!, пропаганда:
Приближена к ТВАРЯМ сплочённая банда.
И миром сегодня чрез СМРАДы Тьма правит —
Ушлёпков в любое Болото направит.

Поверил говнид Злу покорность придурков —
Достаточно крикнуть: "В опасности Шкурки!",
И можешь намордник скотам нацепить,
А часть шмурдяками и страхом убить.

Зациклится схема, когда труд напрасный
Не просто как данность, а чернь ежечасно
Боится его потерять, превращая
В Загон целый мир, в Лжи и в Алчи стеная.

Вот малая схема. Но есть и большая.
Она называется "Сбор урожая".
Когда геноцид достигает зашкала,
Стирается всё, чтоб Земля снова стала

Площадкой для опытов мерзких. Паскудней
Чрез циклы они, раз сегодня столь скуден
Запас Осознания, Духа в Аду
Земном, утонувшем в Лжи, в Страхе, в Бреду.

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Гонка за "счастьем"

Неважно — продажный;
Плевать, что трусливый:
В мирке глупом важно,
Прожил чтоб "счастливо".

За "счастием" гонка.
В серёдке подонки;
В хвосте недотроги,
Средь хищных убоги.

А кто возглавляет?
Кто чернь направляет
Чрез гонку к Обрыву —
Помрёшь там "счастливо".

Обычно при жизни:
Мертвяк для "отчизны"
Строительный мусор —
Дорогу для Гнуса

Мостят в Ад похуже,
Чем этот. Натужен
В Зла Гонке — получишь
Ты тачку получше,

Догонишь подонков,
В Обрыв ухнув звонко...
Расскажут детишкам
Историю книжки

О времени этом,
Украсив всё бредом.
И новые люди,
Не зная о Жути

Обрыва, помчаться,
Чтоб в рай постучаться.
Их встретит Рогатый:
"Шестая палата"

Всё путает с детства,
Не зная — лишь средством
Тебя здесь считают.
Но дурни мечтают

О призе-фантоме
И счастье в Дурдоме,
Всегда мировом,
Коль мир подо Злом.

Из гонки уйди
И Свет обрети.
Внутри он всегда —
Снаружи Беда.

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Прозрения и продажность

Продаться — очнуться,
И дале не гнуться:
Единственный выбор.
Духовность, ум — либо
Всемирное Стойло,
Нет места достойным
В котором исходно.
Ложь — грех первородный.
Он в Стойле как воздух...
Отравленный. Олух
Живёт в ней как рыба
В воде. Честность, либо
Ума разложенье
И ТВАРЯМ служенье —
Как следствие. Надо
Понять, что под Гадом
Находится мир,
Тогда его сыр,
Бесплатный и платный,
Вмиг станет отвратным —
И сможешь очнуться.
Чем в Стойле загнуться,
Любое решенье
Прими, разложенью
Которое в пику —
Покинешь мир дикий,
Продажный, ничтожный,
Где идол — Подложность.
Подложность повсюду.
В "науке" иуды,
Дух Чистый похеря,
Открыли Тьме двери.
Религии: веря
В их чушь, ищешь бога
Вовне, что убого.
Подлог! — Свет внутри:
Быстрее узри
Его, тогда сможешь
Идти, уничтожа
Навязанный с детства
Бред — лучшее средство
Держать в мир в узде.
И Бред Зла везде —
Внутри и снаружи.
Избыть чтоб Бред, нужен
Огонь, коий Свет
Зажжёт. "Аду — нет!"
Пусть станет партнёром
(И Тьме приговором)
На сложном пути
К Истоку. Не бойся —
Прозреньям откройся,
Очнись и иди!!!

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Деграданты и нелюдь

"И вы осмеливаетесь называть нас преступниками? Нет, это вы настоящие преступники. Это вы позволяете делать нам всё, что мы захотим. Это вы играете в царей, вождей и президентов. Это вам нужны козлы, ведущие стадо баранов на убой. Есть класс рабов и есть класс паразитов. Последние — это мы. Нас мало, но мы умнее и сплочённее вас. Мы не хотим производить. Это удел рабов. Но мы хотим потреблять. Хотим роскоши привилегий, потому что мы идееносители. Разум правит руками, а не наоборот. Нас мало, но мы сделали много. Вас много, но вы даже на малое не способны".
Из откровения представителя правящей нелюди, Москва, 1991 г.

Деграданты! Оккупанты
В этом, !КАК БЫ!, ни при чём:
Ненавидит чернь таланты —
Лучше быть гниющим пнём,

Верить, лгать и подчиняться,
Собирая барахло.
В Тьме удобно разлагаться —
Чтоб жевать и пить хайло,

Или выть, когда прищ`емят
Хвост. А Правду изречёшь —
Вмиг чужак. То сучье племя
Главный враг — ты пропадёшь

Не от Зла: даёт команды
Только, суки исполнять
Будут в раже — пропаганды
Чушь в Бедламе воплощать.

Удивило что в говниде?
Не убогость пьески той,
А тот раж, с которым гниды
Превращали мир в Отстой.

Перспективы никакие —
Догнивает в Тьме Отстой.
В нём Разумные — чужие.
Пропаганды мерзкой вой

Управляет миром. Клоун —
"Вождь верховный", п-Резидент.
Мир сожгут, затем по-новой
Учинят эксперимент

Деградации. Из Ада
В Сферы Духа устремись:
Средь ничтожных станешь гадом.
Если "спишь" — быстрей очнись!

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За кого ни голосуй,
Всё равно получишь ***:
Нюхай *** и не психуй
И детишкам растолкуй,
Что "порядок мировой" —
Чушь для хворых головой.

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Чухать пора!

Мелочи жизни
Путами стали.
Путы провисли —
Скр`епят их врали:
Новой идеей
Чернь оглупят —
Станет подлее
В Тьме ушлый гад.
(это припев)

Ушлость — иконой.
Глупость — основой.
Ложь перекр`оит
Мерзость "по новой".

"Новь" та стара —
Сплошь геноцид.
Хавчик, нора —
Новый подвид.

Духа в нём нету,
"Ум" для прокорма.
Власть Лжи и Бреда.
Бред ныне норма.

Припев

ТВАРИ идеи
Лепят придуркам.
И в них главнее:
В`ажны лишь шкурки.

Шкурок дубленьем
З`анята нелюдь:
Чрез поколенья
Тв`Арят Злу челядь.

В Днище Паденья
Ткнул мир говнид.
Сплошь разложенье —
В пик геноцид.

Припев

Мерзость в зашкале,
Совесть в загоне.
В норах пропали —
Мир во Зле тонет.

Строится Лагерь —
Супер-нора:
"Здравье" на флаге.
Чухать пора,

Чтобы в сорт чили
Не превратили,
В Дух, мир дебилий
Кинув в Зла Гнили.

Припев

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“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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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

---

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.

---

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.

---

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

---

**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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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

---

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.

---

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

---

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

---

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.

---

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

---

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

---

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.

---

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

---

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

---

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.

---

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.

---

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

---

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.

---

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

---

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

---

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.

---

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

---

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

---

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.

---

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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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Zombies rule, God flees, the world decays!

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TV mutates the mind, zombies take command!

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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!

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

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

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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.

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Ложь, страхи и Путь

Обстоятельно по полочкам
Разложив уловки лжи,
Над собою, дурачком,
И подобными, поржи.

Первый шаг для отрезвления
Это. Без него никак
Не покинуть Оглупления
Мировой Смурной Бардак.

Рабство держится на тупости,
Ложь питание её.
Позабудешь это в пошлости
Выживания, Гнильё

Посчитав родимым домом,
Бред всеобщий — за рассудок:
В нём Душа как будто в коме,
Поведение паскуды

Будет следствием. Итогом
Станет Злу покорный гад.
Ложь огромная: под богом
Мир. Не мир — Кромешный Ад!

Но когда чрез поколенья
Исчезает Чистый Дух,
Прозябанье на коленях
Норма для всех Ада слуг.

Ложь отринув, постарайся
Сам найти ответы все.
Свет внутри, и не пытайся
Отблеск в Адском Колесе

Приспособить для движенья —
Блёстки завлекают в Тьму.
Водит Зло так поколенья
По ухабам и дерьму.

Нет дорог — одни ухабы.
Посыпают сверху ложь.
ТВАРИ строек всех прорабы.
Мир вгоняет нелюдь в дрожь,

Чтобы ринулись дебилы
По колдобинам во Мглу.
Так в говнид Фашизма Силы
Посадили на иглу

Половину населенья,
Им намордники надев.
Убегай из Разложенья,
Ложь и страхи одолев!

Свет внутри — ведёт немногих:
Отыщи и разожги
До пожара, а убогих
Не спасти — в гнилье мозги.

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Шлак

Измыслить "Скр`епу" надо.
А к ней даёшь "врага"!
Но как? Отборных гадов
Во "СМИ" — тогда Рога

Проглядывать не будут.
Повсюду сатанизм.
Говнид — этап. Паскуды
Затеяли рашизм.

Что дале? Новый Лагерь
Повсюду — Цифровой.
В нём "Здравие!" на флаге,
А бот городовой.

ИИ ушлёпков скр`епит,
Раз в мире нет ума,
А честные нелепы
Средь страхов, лжи, дерьма.

Дерьмо зовётся благом —
И верит ТВАРЯМ чернь.
И скоро станет багом
Любой, кто в Тьме не червь:

Откл`ючат от питания —
На то и Лагерь весь.
Продолжат истязания
"Болезнями". А Бес

Возрадуется, цели
Достигнув — сх`ерив Дух.
Пока же СМРАДы мелют
Чушь для продажных сук.

Недолго остаётся
До Лагеря. ****ец?
Проруха вновь найдётся,
И Катаклизм конец

Положит геноциду,
Убив рабов, ТВАРЬЁ.
К Истоку, под эгиду
Сил Света, не гнильё

Отправится, быть может, —
Посмотрим, что да как.
Пока же подытожим
В уме весь мир как... Шлак!

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Толерастия и Пирамида Общественного Идиотоустройства

Да пребудет с тобой Толерастия!
Отведёт неудачи, несчастия:
Встроит в мир Злу покорный, позорный —
Станешь в нём ты всеядною прорвой.
(это припев)

Химикаты в еде, ложь в идеях,
Пусть с годами всё это сильнее
Разлагает умишки, душонки
И тела, станешь важной тушёнкой.

Пирамида: в ней туши, тушёнки —
Мертвяки или просто подонки.
Толерантней — в ней будешь повыше,
Обретая коврижки в той нише.

Припев

Смысл в коврижках, иное всё ересь.
Почитай тех, кто выше, ощерясь,
Приструняй прытких нижних, иначе
Зад покажет тебе в ней удача.

Шанс ищи укусить всех повыше —
Поменяешь на лучшую нишу.
Доберётся до знатных ублюдков
Лишь лишившийся всех предрассудков.

Припев

Предрассудки — духовность и совесть,
Ясный ум, честь и честность. Весомость
В пирамиде побольше, коль бреда
В тебе больше, тогда черни вр`еда

Нанесёшь много больше, а это
Главной целью. Наложено вето
Там на правду: тотальною ложью
Управлять пошлым миром несложно.

Припев

Уточненье касательно бреда.
Не любой — из мейнстрима. Победа
Над Умом, Чистым Духом маячит —
Пирамиды вторая задача.

Бред и Ложь посильнее оружие
Пушек, танков — умишком не дюжие,
Коль впендюрить гнилые идеи,
Бьют, гнобят железяк всех сильнее.

Да пребудет средь них Толерастия,
Умножая всей черни несчастия,
И задачи свои Мразь исполнит,
Загнобив мир безумный по-полной.

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Тоненькая нить

Нищета духовная
Хуже матерьяльной.
Оттого "верховная"
Мразь или каналья
Голодна фатально.
В мире инфернальном
И низы стараются
Не отстать от "верха" —
Души превращаются
В пшики. И проверка
Чрез говнид провалена —
Дух везде в загоне:
Редкая проталина —
Ложь и страх на троне.
Мизерность рассудка
Повсеместной нормой
Стала — и малютка
Потребленья прорвой
Предстаёт пред нами.
Кр`епят дураками
Рабство — и отдушины
Не найти Разумным:
Озабочен кушами
Мир сей полоумный,
Забывая главное
И стремясь к "успеху".
Сплошь Дерьмо Бесславное —
Нелюди потеха.
Миром правит нелюдь.
Оглупленье ахово,
Потому их челядь
"Вверх", а Чутким плахою
Предстаёт вращение
В Инфернальных Сферах.
Всюду разложение.
Чушь и ложь в всех верах.
Лженаука стала
Ныне новой верой.
Искренность пропала,
Раз большой аферой
Стали изменения
В Мировой Психушке.
Новым поколениям
Строят Лагерь. Души
Станут там химерою,
Ум для послушания
Средством; новой верою —
Шмурдяком заклания.
Шмурдяки говнида —
Первый пробный шар:
И готовы гниды
В Лагерь, раз навар
И "успех" затмили
Совесть, смелость, честь.
В Лагерь мир дебилий
Двинул почти весь.
Только есть проблема —
Солнце светит ярче
С каждым годом: тема
Под запретом. Старче
Золотую рыбку
Ловит как и прежде.
Люцифер улыбку
Стёр — капут надежде.
Есть лишь Путь к Истоку
Свет узревших — чутких,
Неподвластных Року,
Чуждых дурней жутких.
Внутрь иди — ответы
Только там найдёшь;
Иль в засильи бреда
С чернью пропадёшь.
Свет узревши, сможешь
Тоненькую нить
Отыскать и двинешь
Ты по ней, чтоб Быть!

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Протодьяконы лженауки

"Я знал субъекта с абсолютно фальшивым слухом; и если бы он ещё подвел под него теорию, то, несомненно, сделал бы эпоху в истории музыки".
Станислав Ежи Лец.

В лженауке это катит:
Какофония — закон,
Раз у ТВАРЕЙ на подхвате,
Дух гоня с "учений" вон.
На проценты матерьялен
Мир, но надо исказить
Всё и вся. Прогноз фатален:
Дальше будут ум гнобить
Больше, яростней, наглее —
Протодьякон ныне поц
Лженаучный. Веру сеет
Новую с приставкой "соц".
Окончания тож в моде —
Опостылевший всем "изм".
Постепенно так в "народе"
Расцветает кретинизм.
Показал говнид убогость
Лженаучных гиблых схем.
С потеплением сплошь строгость:
Посреди запретных тем
Солнца яркость — неуклонно
Повышается, ведя
К Катаклизму. Но посконно,
Мол, коровы то пердят,
И заводы сплошь смердят,
Ересь дикую твердят —
Схавает покорный гад.
Обернулся разложеньем
Весь хвалёный их "прогресс" —
С каждым новым поколеньем
Всё сильнее ТВАРЕЙ пресс,
А Природа всюду чахнет.
Для Земли мы геморрой:
Катаклизмом снова жахнет
С Солнцем в связке. Но мурой
Прикрывают ОЧЕВИДНОСТЬ —
Вот такие времена
Кирдыка. Прощай, Постыдность
Мирового Супер-Дна!..

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Мир как Большое Лобное Место для Духа

Глупый поц всегда преградой
На твоём пути везде.
Тупость высшею усладой
Тем, кто держит мир в узде.

Оглупленье на потоке,
И вполне научно то.
В выживании и в "проке"
Утопить — вот путь в НИЧТО.

Раз бездушны те, кто правят,
То подобие лепить
Главной целью их. Направят
Совесть, Ум и Дух гнобить

Чрез шаблоны поведенья
Злу послушных дураков.
Геноцид чрез поколенья:
Если вкратце, мир таков.

Нелюдь создаёт программы
И шаблоны. Дураки
В раже исполняют — хамы
На подъём всегда легки,

Лишь бы были обещанья
И бабла хотя б чуть-чуть.
Ныне мир в фашистской срани —
Грандиозны Муть и Жуть.

Насморк? Всем надеть намордник
И быстрей вколоть шмурдяк!
Неизвестно, кто негодник
Больший: кто придумал, иль дурак

Исполняющий наряды
Мерзких СМРАДов — управлять
Стали ими. Гады рады
Чушь любую исполнять.

Стал мирок Большой Психушкой.
Тварям мало — и в Загон
Превращают. Дурень-"душка"
Главный нанесёт урон,

Так как давит биомассой
Нелюдь Светлого ростки.
Озабочены лишь кассой,
Развлекухой дураки,

Потому Загон ДОстроят —
Как два пальца обоссать! —
Если ТВАРИ ложь утроят,
Будут вовремя башлять.

Скот, Загон — огромный Лагерь,
По-другому, цифровой.
"Здравие", "Добро" на флаге.
Живность бдит городовой —

Бот. ИИ всем управляет.
Он настроен Мысль искать.
Отыскал — и отключает
От ресурсов. Умирать

Станет человек. Скотина
Не поможет — жрёт и спит.
И недолго от кретина
До скота идти — говнид

Показал весьма наглядно.
Что поможет? Катаклизм!
Он сметёт ко Лжи всеядный
Мир, упавший под фашизм.

Остаются Сферы Духа
После этого. Ищи
Их сейчас, пускай не пруха.
Лишь пред Светом трепещи:

Мир смешон, дурак комичен,
ТВАРИ — вообще отпад.
Этот мир во Зле цикличен.
Путь Вовне, коль ты не гад!

По-другому, Путь к Истоку.
Ты его, исходно, часть.
"Получаешь здесь уроки" —
Тварей чушь. Здесь Духа казнь!

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Путь Гулливера

Ты погружён в Неведенье жестоко:
В идеи, что тлетворны, однобоки —
Для разделенья внедрены они.
Очнувшись, от себя Гнильё гони.

И ощутишь себя ты Гулливером,
Когда изгонишь напрочь все Химеры —
Идеологии, шаблоны, веры
И лженауки подлой эфемеры.
(это припев)

Основой оглупленья лженаука
Повсюду стала, что для Духа мука —
Вымарывают твари сплошь его.
Гони её, в ней Мрака торжество.

Припев

Посредники придуманы для бога —
Писания и веры их убоги.
Внутри Огонь Извечный: разожги —
Прочистятся от Ереси мозги.

Припев

Шаблоны поведения поддержат
Неведенье. Веками ТВАРИ держат
Через "мораль", Ложь, Страхи в рабстве мир.
Критичность — твой единственный кумир.

Припев

А главным в укрепленьи произвола
Ад Оглупленья. Он зовётся школа.
Всё, что впихнули в ней, быстрей забудь —
Ответы сущностные сам добудь.

Припев

Напрасный труд меняет Зла пространство —
Он укрепляет Морок и Тиранство,
Мир Творчества и Мысли уменьшая.
Забудь его — подняться Ввысь мешает.

Припев

В печёнках Мировая Пропаганда —
Беснуется всё больше ТВАРЕЙ банда.
Шмурдяк-говнид стал Зла апофеозом.
Громи её как главную угрозу.

Припев

Борись со Злом, спасая Душу в Аде.
В нём пирамида "Идиот на Гаде" —
Не место для Очнувшихся Людей.
Будь яростней, умней, смелей.

Припев

Не долго мучиться, со Злом борясь —
Сметает Катаклизм рабов и власть,
Не знающую в Геноциде меры.
Разумных в Духе ждут Иные Сферы.

И ощутишь себя ты Гулливером,
Ад Лилипутов покидая, коль без меры
Стремления твои найти Исток —
Там Море Света, каждый полубог.

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Каждый — "важный":
В Тьме продажный.
Исключенья
Редки в Аде Разложенья!

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Мировая недокультура

Посмотреть захотел иль послушать,
То что пищей уму, лечит Душу —
Кукиш с маслом получишь, и быстро:
Хуже стало, чем при! коммунистах.

Мировая культура в загоне —
В Толерастии, в Страхе, в Лжи тонет;
А цензура с раскруткой без меры
Отберут недоумкам химеры.
(это припев)

Тошнотворны, ничтожны, убоги,
И такой ерунды очень много:
Отыскать же таланта крупицы
Под! дерьмом — надо много трудиться.

Труд напрасный обычно — устанешь
Очень быстро от чуши и швали.
Лучше лежнем лежать, возвращая
Крохи силы, на мерзость пеняя.

Припев

Если Творчеством ты озабочен,
И найти чуть ценителей хочешь,
Без бабла на раскрутку на Днище
Обитаешь, напрасно там ищешь

Отклик малый. В Совке пять шагов
Мера "звучности". Ноль — днесь таков
Начинающего интервал:
Не один перл в итоге пропал.

Припев

Был процесс в прежнем времени: критик
Чушь рубил, что укажет политик
Хаял в меру, а часто без меры.
Самотёк ныне полный, лишь сферы

Масс-"культуры" содержат придворных
Лобызателей трешей позорных,
Потому в "топах" лучше не лазить,
Коль чураешься ты безобразий.

Припев

Разумеется, есть исключения,
Подтверждающие Разложения
Главный тренд мировой. С головой
Если ты, то всегда будь собой.

Это значит внутри, не снаружи
Свет ищи. И его обнаружив,
Не захочешь ты больше "культуры",
Что твАрят в Тьме продажные шкуры.

И пускай Дух Пречистый в загоне
В большинстве, коль ты в нём, не затронет
Разложение, чушь, ложь без меры,
Геноцида тотального меры
Под контролем Геенской Химеры.

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Сгибла песня:
Разбудил
Шум ремонта.
Хоть ты тресни,
Но дебил
Вновь надеется на что-то —
Непролазны идиоты.

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Недодавленный таракан и Отрава Лжи

Таракан ползёт за "счастьем".
Давят, травят, но ползёт.
Что искусственны напасти,
Не поймёт убогий сброд,

Так как отравляют разум
Наглой Ложью: в голове
Мысли исчезает сразу —
Тараканы лишь лавэ

Видят помутнённым взглядом,
На эмоции сильны.
"Воспитанье" тоже ядом.
В нём гвоздём — "все мы вольн`ы".

Таракан ползёт за "счастьем".
Давят, травят, но ползёт.
Хоть Кромешны сплошь Несчастья,
Выход есть! - он "изберёт!!!"

Волен "выбрать" таракана
Пожирнее на "престол"
И послушать чушь профана,
Что восславит Произвол.

Не понравится, другого
Можешь слушать — "новый" яд.
Яды Лжи всего основа.
Верить таракашка рад,
Иль додавит Скрытый Гад.

Таракан ползёт за "счастьем".
Давят, травят, но ползёт.
Что искусственны напасти,
Не поймёт усатый сброд.

Волен выбирать дороги,
Где поменьше ТВАРЕЙ пресс.
Правда, яду везде много —
Называется "прогресс".

Помогает что? Под плинтус
Побыстрей бежать. И он
Родиной зовётся. Минус:
Додавить! — везде закон.

Показал "страшнейший вирус"
Подноготную всего.
Впереди ПОСЛЕДНИЙ ВЫНОС
Мозга, дале Торжество

Дезинсектора Большого —
Ныне он Сокрытый Гад.
Вычистит под ноль. И снова
Разведёт, Глумленью рад.

Таракан ползёт за "счастьем".
Давят, травят, но ползёт.
Что искусственны напасти,
Не поймёт — вновь "манны" ждёт.

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Lies, Fears, and the Path

Lay the tricks of lies in order,
Sort them out and laugh at you—
At yourself, that loyal hoarder
Of delusion’s petty crew.

That’s the first step toward awakening;
Skip it — you stay blind and stuck,
Trapped inside that mind-forsaken,
World-Dark, Idiotic muck.

Slavery is fed by stupor;
Lies — the fuel that keeps it bred.
Lose the truth — and like a trooper
You’ll call filth your home instead,

Take the madness for your reason,
Drift in coma, soul asleep;
Then your actions rot and deepen —
Spawn a bastard, vile and weak.

Biggest lie: “The world is holy,
Under God we stand and live.”
No — it’s Hell, unmasked and wholly,
Nothing bright left to forgive.

And when generations scatter
All Remaining Spirit’s spark,
Groveling becomes their pattern —
Kneeling life in kneeling dark.

Cast off lies — and start by seeking
Every answer on your own.
Light’s within you, not in leaking
Hell-Wheel glare that leads to doom.

Don’t adapt its bitter glitter —
Shiny traps that drag you down.
Evil leads the herds to wither
Through the filth of every town.

There are no roads — only pitfalls.
Lies get sprinkled from above.
Builders of decay and sick halls
Terrorize the world they shove,

So the morons run, hysteric,
Into Darkness, through the grime.
Thus the Cow-ID fascist clerics
Hooked up half the world in time —

Masked them, trapped them, left them kneeling,
Chained to Ruin’s slow decay.
Break from filth, outgrow the feelings
Lie and fear shove in your way!

Light within — it guides the few ones.
Find it, flare it, let it rise.
All the wretched, doomed, unglued ones
Rot — corruption in their minds.

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1.
Truth burns — but lies enslave.
Find your fire — or rot as a slave.

2.
Light is inside — not in their show.
Follow it up, or crawl below.

3.
Kick out fear, crush every lie —
That’s the path. The rest just die.

4.
Hell rules minds that choose to sleep.
Wake — or sink into the creep.

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1.
Lies breed cattle. Don’t be stock —
Burn your chains or kiss the flock.

2.
Hell begins where cowards kneel.
Stand — or be their bargain meal.

3.
Fear is poison for the weak.
Spit it out — or rot a freak.

4.
Your light’s inside, not in their slime.
Find it — blast their filth with time.

5.
Evil herds the blind like sheep.
Wake the hell up — rise, or creep.

6.
Throw off lies — ignite your core.
If you can’t? Then rot. Nothing more.

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1.
Lies own cowards. Tear the leash —
Or choke like worthless walking flesh.

2.
Your fear is bait. Bite down — you’re caught.
Spit it out. Or stay their rot.

3.
Hell recruits through empty heads.
Skip the purge — and you’re the dregs.

4.
Light inside you isn’t “kind.”
It’s built to torch the slave in mind.

5.
If you kneel — you’re Hell’s d;cor.
Stand. Or be the f***ing floor.

6.
Truth cuts deep — that’s how it frees.
If you can’t bleed — crawl on your knees.

7.
They feed on fear. You feed the beast.
Starve it — or become its feast.

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The World as a Great Execution Square for Spirit

A stupid fool stands blocking
Every step you try to take.
And the rulers find it shocking
If dull minds don’t bow or break.

Dumbing-down becomes the doctrine —
“Scientifically” enforced.
Drown you in survival’s toxins:
That’s the path to Nothing’s corpse.

Soulless tyrants seek resembling
Copies — that’s their holy craft.
Crush your Spirit, Mind, assembling
Behavior-templates for the daft.

Generation-wide erasure,
Slow genocide through trained routine —
That’s the world in its true nature:
Obey, grow vacant, die unseen.

Monsters program rules for living;
Idiots enforce them proud —
Brainless, greedy, unforgiving,
Always ready for a crowd,

If you promise scraps of money
Or a petty sleaze reward.
Now the world’s a fascist dunghill —
Grandiose the Slime and Fraud.

Got a sniffle? Wear a muzzle.
Shoot the goo into your arm!
Hard to tell which creep’s more puzzled:
Who invents, or who spreads harm?

TV vermin set the orders.
Idiots obey the lies.
Scum rejoice while chaos borders
On the brink of mass demise.

Now the world’s a Giant Madhouse.
But that’s little — they want more:
Turn it to a penned-up Crap-House
Where the “friendly fool” keeps score,

Crushing sprouts of Light and Vision
With his bulk of mindless meat.
Dumb amusement is religion;
Greed and comfort — all they need.

Thus they’ll build their Pen much faster —
Piece of cake, a joke, a piss —
If the monsters triple falsehood
And get paid on time for this.

Pen and cattle — one Big Campground,
Digital, by its new name.
“Health” and “Kindness” on the flag’s ground,
Bots enforce this rigged-up game.

AI rules in full compliance,
Hunting Thought like lethal prey.
When it finds a spark of defiance,
It just cuts your life away.

Human dies — the herd won’t bother:
Eats and sleeps, it’s all the same.
From a fool to swine, step further —
CowID showed that in frame.

What can help? A harsh collision —
Cataclysm to cleanse the field.
Sweep away this Lie-permission,
This fascistic world that kneeled.

Then remain the Spheres of Spirit —
Seek them now, though odds feel bleak.
Stand in awe before their merit,
Let the Inner Radiance speak.

World is silly, fools comedic,
Monsters — bottom of the pit.
Evil runs this cycle cynic.
Choose the Outer Path — don’t quit.

Call it Path back to the Source-Light;
You were born a part of That.
“Earth just teaches you your lessons”?
No — that’s monster-speak. Pure crap.

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1.
This world is Hell in idiot skin.
Find Spirit — or get dragged within.

2.
Lies herd cattle. Break the pen —
Or die among the soulless men.

3.
Fools obey — and monsters rule.
Choose the Source… or stay their tool.

4.
Light burns falsehood into dust.
Fear it — if you’ve lost your trust.

5.
Spirit rises where you dare.
Kneel — and rot. Stand — and tear.

6.
Their world is cycles of decay.
Yours starts only when you stray.

7.
AI hunts Thought. Don’t kneel or beg —
Cut the leash around your neck.

8.
Fools build Hell. You break the chain.
Walk the Path — or join their stain.

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1.
Burn lies. Or be them.

2.
Kneel — and you're meat.

3.
Think — or get culled.

4.
Hell breeds fools. Don’t join.

5.
Your fear is their leash.

6.
Break the pen — or rot in it.

7.
Light scars cowards.

8.
Wake — or get processed.

9.
Spirit rises. Herds don’t.

10.
Kill the lie before it owns you.

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1.
The herd sleeps. Darkness feeds.

2.
If you cling to fear — you’re already ash.

3.
Hell expands through empty minds.

4.
Monsters rule only when you bow.

5.
Your silence is their weapon.

6.
Choose Spirit — or choose extinction.

7.
Every coward births a tyrant.

8.
Light demands blood. Pay — or vanish.

9.
If you won’t think — they will think for you.

10.
Collapse is mercy. The Lie is not.

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1.
If you kneel to lies — you die before dying.

2.
A silent Spirit is already executed.

3.
Where fear rules, humanity ends.

4.
You don’t fight Evil? Then you serve it.

5.
The herd walks — the dead drift.

6.
If Light scares you, Darkness owns you.

7.
Your comfort is their weapon on your throat.

8.
Rot begins where thought ends.

9.
A coward’s world always becomes Hell.

10.
If you don’t rise — you sink forever.

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1.
An age that kneels deserves the chains it gets.

2.
A world afraid of truth breeds only tyrants.

3.
When minds go dark, monsters call it “order.”

4.
Humanity dies the moment comfort wins.

5.
A culture that mocks Spirit crowns demons.

6.
Cowards build Hell faster than devils can.

7.
When thought is punished, extinction is policy.

8.
A people who fear Light will worship parasites.

9.
Collapse begins the day lies become routine.

10.
If the age won’t rise — it deserves the fire.

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1.
This age stinks — its rulers are vermin.

2.
Cowards applaud while the world bleeds.

3.
Monsters laugh; humans crawl.

4.
Comforted fools are already corpses.

5.
Every lie they love is a nail in their grave.

6.
The herd thinks it leads — it only drags death behind.

7.
Fear made this era — stupidity crowns it.

8.
Light is forbidden; Darkness celebrates.

9.
Their glory is ash, their power — dung.

10.
An epoch that kneels will burn — and deserve it.

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1.
Kneel — and rot. Stand — and burn.

2.
Fools feed monsters. Starve them.

3.
Fear is leash. Break it.

4.
Light kills the blind. Let it.

5.
Ash crowns the coward’s throne.

6.
This world bleeds lies. Strike first.

7.
Rise, or vanish — no mercy waits.

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1.
Kneel to lies — die unseen.

2.
Cowards crown monsters. Strike back.

3.
Fear feeds chains. Break them.

4.
Blind worlds burn; Light spares none.

5.
Rise, or vanish — the rest is ash.

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1.
Bow to lies — burn in silence.

2.
Cowards build Hell. Break it.

3.
Rise or rot — nothing else remains.

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Bow to lies — you vanish.
Rise with Light — or burn alone.

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Bow to lies, and the world devours you.

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Rise with Spirit, or drown in the world’s rot.

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1.
Stand in Light, or perish in the herd.

2.
Refuse the Lie — or become its feast.

3.
Spirit rises alone; fools rot together.

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1.
Break the chains of fear — or kneel forever.

2.
The herd obeys death; Spirit walks free.

3.
Bow to falsehood — vanish into ash.

4.
Light spares none — only the brave endure.

5.
Rise from rot, or be consumed by it.

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1.
Fear kneels — Spirit rises.

2.
Cowards build Hell; heroes burn it.

3.
Lies rule nothing but the blind.

4.
Rise, or decay with the herd.

5.
Light does not forgive the weak.

6.
Break the leash — or rot in chains.

7.
An age that bows deserves the fire.

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1.
Bow to lies — burn alone.

2.
Fear feeds chains; break them.

3.
Spirit rises; fools rot.

4.
An age that kneels deserves fire.

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Rise with Spirit — or be swallowed by the world.

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1.
Bow to falsehood — the world devours you.

2.
Stand in Light — or vanish in the herd.

3.
Refuse the Lie — or rot with the blind.

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1.
Fear kneels — Spirit conquers.

2.
The herd obeys; you rise or burn.

3.
Light spares none — only the daring endure.

4.
Bow to lies — vanish without trace.

5.
An age that fears is an age that dies.

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The Underdamped Cockroach and the Poison of Lies

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Artificial are the hardships,
The feeble herd will never know.

For brazen Lies corrode the mind;
Thoughts vanish, gone, in headless haze.
Cockroaches only chase the grind,
Blind to sense — enthralled by praise.

They see through foggy, murky eyes,
Emotions hit them hard and strong.
“Education” too is laced with lies,
Its nail: “we’re all free — all along.”

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Though Darkness swells with endless grief,
A path exists! It “chooses” those!!!

Free is the cockroach to “select”
The fattest seat upon the throne,
And listen to the blathering sect,
Who glorify the Will alone.

Don’t like it? Try another’s poison —
All lies are built upon this core.
The cockroach believes, rejoices,
Or gets crushed by the Hidden Bore.

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Artificial are the hardships,
The whiskered herd will never know.

Free to pick the roads with fewer beasts,
Though venom lurks in every lane.
It’s called “progress” — truth deceased,
A poisoned path that feeds the pain.

What helps? Dash under the skirting board;
It calls itself your homeland, yes.
Minus: crush it — that’s the law adored,
Everywhere, the law of stress.

It showed the “dreadful virus” clear,
Exposed the truth beneath the lies.
Ahead — the FINAL MIND-BLAST near,
A triumph waits beyond the skies.

The Grand Exterminator now,
The Hidden Bore, comes out to play.
He’ll wipe it clean, then sow somehow,
And gloat in mockery all day.

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Artificial are the hardships,
And once more “manna” it will chose.

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The Cockroach Crawls for “Happiness”

They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Blinded herd obeys, yet knows
Nothing of the artificial blows —
The cockroach chooses, spiteful, close.

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The cockroach crawls — they crush, they burn.
Blinded herd obeys, yet cannot learn.
It chooses still — and laughs in turn.

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They crush, they poison — still it crawls.
Cockroach laughs while the blind herd falls.

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Still it crawls — the blind herd dies.

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1.
They crush, it crawls — fools perish blind.

2.
Cockroach moves — the herd obeys decay.

3.
Still it crawls, while the blind rot on.

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Gulliver’s Path

You’re plunged into Ignorance, mercilessly:
Into ideas corrupt, one-sided, sly —
Designed to divide and enslave your mind.
Awake — and drive the filth from inside.

And you’ll feel yourself a Gulliver,
When you’ve banished all the Chimeras —
Ideologies, dogmas, faiths,
And pseudo-sciences’ fleeting sprees.
(chorus)

Pseudo-science is the root of dulling,
Everywhere it tortures Spirit raw —
Creeping vermin wipe it all away.
Drive it off — in it Darkness reigns.

Chorus

Mediators were made for gods,
Their scriptures, their faith — pitiful.
Within burns the Eternal Fire: ignite it —
Heretical thoughts will clear from mind.

Chorus

Behavior patterns sustain Ignorance.
For centuries, CREATURES hold
The world in slavery with “morals,” Lies, and Fears.
Critical thought — your only idol.

Chorus

At the core of enforcing tyranny
Lies the Hell of Dulling. They call it school.
Forget all they shoved inside you there —
Seek the answers that are truly real.

Chorus

Futile labor shifts Evil’s space —
It strengthens Darkness, Tyranny,
Reducing the World of Thought and Creation.
Forget it — it blocks your rise above.

Chorus

World Propaganda gnaws at your guts —
The band of CREATURES rages more.
CowID garbage crowns Evil’s apex.
Crush it as the greatest threat.

Chorus

Fight Evil, saving your Soul in Hell.
There’s the pyramid “Idiot on the Throne” —
No place for Awakened Men.
Be fiercer, wiser, braver.

Chorus

You won’t suffer long, fighting Evil —
Cataclysm sweeps slaves and power aside,
Power blind to measure in genocide.
The wise in Spirit await other Spheres.

And you’ll feel yourself a Gulliver,
Leaving Lilliputian Hell if your drive
Seeks the Source without measure —
There is the Sea of Light, every demi-god.

Chorus

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Feel yourself a Gulliver,
Drive all Chimeras far.
Ideologies, Lies, and fraud —
Crush them where they are.

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Be Gulliver — drive Chimeras out.
Smash Lies, Ideologies, and fraud.
Awakened Spirit stands alone.

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Drive out Chimeras — stand as Gulliver.
Crush Lies — awaken your Spirit.

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Be Gulliver — crush Lies, awaken Spirit.

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1.
Rise as Gulliver — shatter Chimeras, free Spirit.

2.
Awaken, crush Lies — the world obeys no more.

3.
Stand fierce, drive out fraud — Spirit alone survives.

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Tolerance Plague & The Pyramid of Public Idiocracy

May the Tolerance Plague be upon you!
Keeps misfortune and failures around you —
Builds a world where the Weak serve the Rotten,
Turns you into a gluttonous bottom.
(chorus)

Chemicals in food and rotten thinking —
Let them grow each year, forever sinking
Brains and souls and bodies into rot —
You’ll become prime canned-meat on the spot.

A Pyramid: of meat and canned-meat dwellers —
Walking corpses, petty vicious fellers.
Be more “tolerant” — climb a little higher,
Grab your cookie;crumbs in their mud empire.

Chorus

May the Tolerance Plague be upon you!
Keeps misfortune and failures around you —
Builds a world where the Weak serve the Rotten,
Turns you into a gluttonous bottom.

Meaning? Cookies. Everything else is heresy.
Fear the upper tier — serve them with pleasantry.
Kick the lower ones down, just in case —
Luck adores a boot shoved in someone’s face.

Find a chance to bite upward, climb quicker —
Swap your rank for a spot that is slicker.
Only those who have shed all conscience, fear,
Reach the nobles — rotten elite up there.

Chorus

Prejudices — Spirit, Honor, Reason,
Clarity, fairness (in this world — treason!).
Worth climbs higher the more junk you carry —
Fill your mind with nonsense, be necessary.

Hurt the “masses” — that’s the sacred mission,
Truth is banned; deceit is the main ignition.
With a proper overdose of lies,
Ruling over filth is easy, wise.

Chorus

One more note on nonsense: only mainstream.
Crush the Mind and Spirit — the second big scheme.
Lies and madness stronger than guns or tanks —
Rotten ideas kill more, without thanks.

Let the Tolerance Plague stay among them —
Feeding misery to the crawling problem.
Every task of the Scum will be done:
Crushed this lunatic world — job number one.

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May the Tolerance Plague reign!
Feed the Weak, crush the sane.
Climb the Pyramid of Rotten —
Cookie crumbs for the vain.

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Tolerance Plague rules — the Weak obey.
Pyramid of Rotten feeds the vain.
Crush the Mind, let madness reign.

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Tolerance Plague reigns — the weak bow down.
Crush Reason, crown the Rotten’s crown.

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Tolerance Plague reigns — Reason crushed, Rotten crowned.

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1.
Bow, Weaklings — the Rotten rule supreme.

2.
Reason dies; the Pyramid of fools stands tall.

3.
Tolerance Plague reigns — mindless obey, Rotten thrive.

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The Thin Thread

Spiritual poverty
Is worse than material.
Hence the “high-born”
Scum and villainy
Starve fatally.

In this infernal world,
The low strive
Not to fall behind the “top” —
Souls turn into nothing,
And the test
Through CowID fails —
Spirit is penned everywhere:
Rare patches of light —
Lies and fear sit on the throne.

The meagerness of reason
Has become the norm everywhere,
And the tiniest
Consumption’s trickle
Stands before us.

Slavery is reinforced by fools —
No vent for the Reasoned:
Obsessed with feasts,
This half-mad world
Forgets the essential
And chases “success.”

Nothing but inglorious filth —
Nonhumans’ amusement.
The world is ruled by monsters.
Stupidity abounds,
Hence their servants rise “upward,”
While the Sensitive
See only the axe
Spinning in Infernal Spheres.

Everywhere decay.
Nonsense and lies in all faiths.
Pseudo-science has become
The new creed.
Sincerity vanished,
For the great scam
Transformed the World’s Asylum.

To new generations
They build the Camp.
Souls there become chimeras,
Minds mere tools of obedience;
Their new faith —
The sacrificial trash.

CowID trash —
The first trial shot:
And the vermin are ready
To the Camp, once profit
And “success” have eclipsed
Conscience, courage, honor.

The world of idiocy
Is pushed almost fully into the Camp.
Yet there’s a problem —
The sun shines brighter
Each year: the topic
Forbidden.
The elder
Still catches the golden fish.
Lucifer erased the smile —
Hope kaput.

Only the Path to the Source
Remains,
The Light for the Awakened — the Sensitive,
Unbound by Fate,
Alien to the vile fools.

Go within — only there
Will you find the answers;
Or in the flood of nonsense
With the blackened herd you’ll vanish.

Having seen the Light, you can
Find the Thin Thread
And move along it
To truly Be!

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See the Light — the herd is blind.
Find the Thin Thread, leave filth behind.
CowID fails, the fools obey,
Move along the thread — and Be today.

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Awakened see, the herd is blind.
Find the Thin Thread, leave lies behind.
Move on it — and truly Be.

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See the Light, the herd obeys no more.
Follow the Thin Thread — and Be for sure.

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Follow the Thin Thread — Be, while fools obey.

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1.
Awaken, find the Thin Thread — Be beyond the herd.

2.
Trace the Thin Thread — leave the blind behind.

3.
Be on the Thin Thread — fools obey, you rise.

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Time to Clean!

Life’s small trifles
Have become our chains.
Chains sag low —
Fools squeak lies:
With a “new idea”
The herd grows dumb —
A sly scoundrel
Will thrive in the dark.
(chorus)

Cunning — the icon.
Stupidity — the base.
Lies reshape
Filth “anew.”

The “new” is the old —
All genocide.
Food, burrows —
A new subspecies.

No Spirit inside,
“Minds” for feeding.
Rule of Lies and Nonsense.
Nonsense is the norm now.

Сhorus

CREATURES craft
Ideas for the fools.
And in them, what matters most:
Only the skins.

The vermin busy
Duplicating skins:
Through generations
They build Evil’s servants.

At the Depths of Fall
CowID jabbed the world.
Rot all around —
Genocide at peak.

Сhorus

Filth off the scale,
Conscience penned in.
In burrows it vanished —
The world sinks in Evil.

They build the Camp —
A super-burrow:
“Health” on the flag.
Time to clean!

So they won’t turn
Spirit into chili-sorts,
Throwing the world of idiots
Into Evil’s rot.

Сhorus

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Chains sag, the herd grows dumb.
A sly scoundrel thrives in the dark.
Time to clean — don’t let Spirit rot,
Throw the world of fools from Evil’s ark.

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The herd grows dumb, chains sag low.
Time to clean — let Spirit glow.
Throw fools from Evil’s hold.

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Time to clean — the herd obeys no more.
Raise the Spirit, cast the fools ashore.

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1.
Clean the world — raise Spirit, crush the herd.

2.
Time to purge — fools obey no more.

3.
Rise, Spirit — sweep the fools aside.

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1.
Spirit up — fools down.

2.
Cleanse, awaken — herd obeys no more.

3.
Purge the filth — raise the Light.

4.
Time to clean — evil falls.

5.
Awake, move, cast the fools aside.

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1.
Herd obeys no more — Spirit reigns.

2.
Time to clean — fools rot in place.

3.
Raise the Light — sweep the filth away.

4.
Awaken, purge — let the fools burn.

5.
Spirit rises, herd falls — Evil crushed.

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1.
Rise, Spirit! Crush the herd!

2.
Awakened strike — fools obey no more!

3.
Purge the rot — let Light reign!

4.
Fools fall, Spirit rises!

5.
Time to clean — cast Evil aside!

6.
Herd crushed, Light alive!

7.
Spirit moves — fools burn in the dark!

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Slag

One must invent a “Bond.”
And give it an “Enemy”!
But how? Selected vermin
In the “Media” — then the Horns.

No one will notice.
Satanism is everywhere.
CowID — a stage. The scum
Started the rashism.

What’s next? A New Camp
Everywhere — Digital.
“Health!” flies on its flag,
While a bot guards the city.

AI binds the idiots,
Since the world has no mind,
And the honest are absurd
Amid fears, lies, and filth.

Filth is called a blessing —
And the herd believes the CREATURES.
Soon anyone who’s not a worm
In the Dark will become a bug:

They’ll be cut off from resources —
That’s the Camp’s whole point.
Tortures continue
Through “diseases.” And the Demon

Rejoices, achieving
Its goal — screwing the Spirit.
Meanwhile, the Media drones
Nonsense for the bribed bitches.

Not long until the Camp.
The end? A breakthrough appears again,
And the Cataclysm will lay
An end to genocide,
Killing slaves, the CREATURES.

To the Source, under the aegis
Of the Forces of Light, not rot,
One may go —
We’ll see how it unfolds.

For now, let’s sum up
The whole world in the mind as… Slag!

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CowID rules, the scum holds sway,
Digital Camps trap the herd each day.
Filth is hailed as blessing, lies drag,
The whole world’s mind reduced to Slag.

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CowID reigns, the herd obeys.
Filth is praised, the Spirit decays.
The world burns down to Slag.

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CowID rules, filth spreads wide.
Follow the Light — leave Slag behind.

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CowID reigns — the world’s reduced to Slag.

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1.
CowID rules — the herd decays.

2.
Digital Camps spread filth — leave Slag behind.

3.
The world obeys CowID — rot reigns.

---------------------

1.
CowID reigns — rot rules all.

2.
The herd obeys, the world decays.

3.
Filth spreads, Spirit fades.

4.
Digital Camps — slaves obey.

5.
CowID rules — leave Slag behind.

6.
Rot reigns, fools obey.

7.
The world burns, Spirit rises.

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1.
CowID rules — fools obey no more.

2.
Purge the rot — raise the Spirit.

3.
Filth spreads, herd falls, Light rises.

4.
Time to clean — cast Evil aside.

5.
Herd crushed, Spirit alive.

6.
Rot obeys no one — awaken!

7.
Raise the Light, sweep the scum away.

8.
CowID falls — the world stands free.

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Protodeacons of Pseudoscience

"I knew a subject with an absolutely fake hearing; and if he had framed a theory around it, he would have undoubtedly made an epoch in music history."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec

In pseudoscience, it all works:
Cacophony is law,
While CREATURES stand ready
To drive the Spirit from “teachings.”
The world counts on material gains,
But everything must be twisted.
The forecast is fatal:
They’ll crush the mind
More fiercely, more arrogantly —
The protodeacon today is a
Pseudo-scientist. Sowing
A new faith with the prefix “socio-.”
Endings are trendy too —
All those stale “-isms.”
Gradually, among the “people,”
Cretinism blooms.

CowID has revealed the wretchedness
Of doomed pseudo-scientific schemes.
With warming comes strictness:
Amid forbidden topics,
The sun’s brightness — relentlessly
Rises, leading
To Cataclysm. But conventionally,
“Cows fart, factories stink,”
They preach wild heresy —
The obedient fool swallows it.

All their vaunted “progress”
Has turned into decay —
With every new generation
The CREATURES’ pressure grows,
And Nature withers everywhere.
For Earth, we’re a headache:
A Cataclysm will strike again
With the Sun in league. Yet the masses
Hide the OBVIOUS —
Such are the times:
Farewell, Shame
Of the Global Super-Depth!

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Protodeacons preach — the Spirit flees,
Cacophony rules, cretins increase.
CowID reveals the rot and schemes,
The world decays beneath false dreams.

---------------------

Protodeacons rule — the Spirit crushed,
CowID exposes lies and rot,
The world bows to false gods.

---------------------

CowID exposes rot — the Spirit dies,
The world kneels to falseness and lies.

---------------------

CowID reveals all — the world decays in lies.

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1. CowID exposes the rot — fools obey.

2. Protodeacons preach, the Spirit fades.

3. The world bows to false gods and lies.

4. CowID strikes — decay rules all.

5. Lies reign, the Spirit struggles, the world crumbles.

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1. CowID reigns — the Spirit crushed.
2. Lies rule, fools kneel.
3. Protodeacons rot the mind.
4. CowID strikes — decay spreads.
5. False gods rise, truth falls.
6. The world obeys, Spirit fights.
7. Cretins thrive, Light endures.

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Global Underculture

You want to see or hear
What feeds the mind, heals the Soul —
You get a fig with butter, fast:
Worse than it was under the communists.

Global culture is penned in —
Drowning in Tolerast, Fear, and Lies;
Censorship and hype without measure
Feed fools their chimera.
(chorus)

Repulsive, worthless, pitiful, small,
And there’s so much of this nonsense:
To find even a grain of talent
Beneath the filth — you must work hard.

Work is usually wasted — you tire
Quickly from trash and scum.
Better lie down, regain your strength,
Blaming the vile for your misery.

Chorus

If Creativity is your concern,
And you seek even a few who care,
Without cash for promotion, you dwell
At the bottom — looking in vain.

Response is minimal. In the Soviet days,
“Resonance” was measured in five steps.
Now the beginner’s interval is zero:
Not a single pearl survives in the end.

Chorus

Once, critics cut the nonsense
That politicians highlighted;
They scolded in measure, often not;
Now everything flows freely, only spheres

Of mass “culture” support the courtiers
Kissing the trash of shame,
So better avoid the “top lists”
If you shun the ugliness.

Chorus

Of course, exceptions exist,
Confirming the decay,
The main trend worldwide. If you have sense,
Always be yourself.

This means inside, not outside —
Seek the Light. And once found,
You will no longer want the “culture”
That the corrupt skins create in Darkness.

And let the Most Pure Spirit be penned
Among the majority; if you remain within,
Decay, nonsense, and lies without measure,
The total genocide is held
Under the control of the Gehenna Chimera.

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Global culture drowns in lies and fear,
Fools fed chimera, nothing clear.
Talent buried deep in filth and grime,
Work is wasted, lost to time.
Seek the Light — the rest decays in slime.

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Fools feast on chimera, truth denied,
Talent buried under filth and pride.
Seek the Light — all else decays in lies.

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Продажные твари

Тьмище тварей продажных
Развелось на Земле.
Скоро будет не важно
Сколько их, ведь во мгле

Сгинет всё от паскудства
Этих недо-людей.
Больше нету безумства
До скончания дней,

Ведь тупым сатанистам
Продалась эта мразь.
Потому и так быстро
Порвалась с Духом связь,

Что одна лишь мешала
Стать скотиной всегда.
Ниже плинтуса пала
Эта мразь навсегда.

Потому так паскудно,
Безнадёжно везде.
И с умом стало скудно:
В оглупленья узде

Мир, Духовность в удавке —
Дебилизм "нормой" стал.
СМРАДов злющие шавки
Объявляют аврал

Каждый год — лже-болезни,
Терроризьмы, война.
Им иуды полезны
В достижении... ДНА.

Но подохнут все мрази
До фашизма беды.
У Природы есть связи —
Не нужны ей скоты.

Солнце выпарит мерзость,
Этим Землю спасёт:
Нападенью подверглась —
Гею жрёт идиот.

Управляет придурком
Нелюдь, ложью сильна.
Как обуглятся шкурки —
Шмары Адского Дна —

Ввысь, в Духовные Сферы,
Редкий Чуткий уйдёт.
А пока Люциферу
Служит раб-идиот...

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Намордники, то бишь КЛЕЙМО, и "самоизоляция" времён барановируса

"Чумка" хрумкать не даёт:
"Без намордника, урод?!"
В магазин клеймёный скот
Беспрепятственно пройдёт.
Не защита, а клеймо.
Оглуплённый мир — дерьмо:
Разрастается само —
Чуть дрожжей подкинет Мразь,
Ну а дальше — самоказнь.
Самоказнь в один говнид?
Постоянно! Дух изжит
В большинстве: клеймёный скот
Называется "народ".
Нет намордника — оно
В голове. Стучаться в Дно
Черепком — зовётся "жизнь":
Самоказнь — точней. Зла слизь —
Ложь, проблемы под заказ —
Быстро добивают нас.
Дале Лагерь Цифровой
Для ущербных головой.
А иных куда? В расход!
Казнь исполнит тот же скот —
Радость в этом обретёт.
Поразило что в "чуме"?
Исполнительность! В дерьме
Сам — быстрее мажь других!
Это раньше псих был тих:
Ложь впендюрь, подкинь бабло,
И клеймёный — Супер-Зло,
Так как три четвёртых оных.
Ангелочком тот подонок,
Что науськивает их
Чушью типа "дел благих".
Благо — Лагерь. А шмурдяк
С ядом — вообще ништяк!
Обречён Земной Бардак
Под напором Зла атак.
Остаётся только "как?!" —
Как покинуть Кавардак?
Как найти к Истоку путь,
Одолев Страх, Муть и Жуть?!

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Кот не ждёт подачки — знает
Чутких-Добрых; а они
Явь! с усатым разделяют,
Через Явь и Свет — не пни.

Пни всё время на подачках
И подсосе злой брехни.
Если тачка на прокачке,
Не напрасны в Мути дни.

Муть всё время тянут к Жути.
Чрез подачки — на убой
Медленный, что казнь по сути:
Коль не дружишь с головой,

Мёртв почти что, и при "жизни", —
Вот такой двуногий скот.
В ком же Света больше? Брызнет
Свет из глаз кота — даёт

Понимание в сравненьи:
Посмотри в глаза "людей"! —
Пустота, след разложенья
Под давленьем Тьмы идей.

Если Света нет, идеи
Разлагают ум и Дух —
Воплощай чертей затеи
Под диктатом ихних слуг!

Чутким-Добрым нету места
Среди стройных Зла шеренг —
Лишь в Природе. Кот — не бездарь,
А Отступник Ради Нег.

Захотелось помяукать,
Прекратить стихи писать —
Больший отклик отыскать
У котов... Лишь приласкать!..

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Скорый поезд

Движется поезд со станции "М`орок"
В пункт назначенья "Всемирный Фашизм".
Не отсырел Лжи Докучливой порох,
Не излечился Толпы Дебилизм,

А потому все вагоны забиты —
Давка в вокзале была просто жуть!
Беды, препятствия, страхи забыты —
К счастью, поведали, держим мы путь.

Не убедили кликуши с перрона,
Что обнаружим подвохи в конце,
Мол, ожидает Огромная Зона
Всех в тупике — и подохнем в кольце.

Стрелочник знает работу, и поезд
К пункту конечному быстро домчит.
Вот промелькнул предпоследний разъезд —
Госпиталь рядом, и надпись "Говнид".

Песни поём, развлекаем детишек.
А проводник на услуги горазд.
Голос сомнений становится тише,
Ведь он к тому же ещё языкаст.

Только проблема — заплакал ребёнок,
Тот что кричал: "Глядь, вон голый король!"
И не уймётся никак пострелёнок —
Вдруг возвестил, что везут нас в Юдоль...

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Стремился ты к убогой цели —
Устроить "счастье" в пику всем.
Но не один такой Емеля —
Для них ТВАРЬЁ обманы мелет,
И в них убогих перемелет,
Закабалив их насовсем.

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Обесточенный провод

Стремишься ты к убогой цели —
Устроить "счастье" в пику всем.
Но не один такой Емеля —
Для них ТВАРЬЁ обманы мелет,
И в них убогих перемелет,
Закабалив их насовсем.
И не эмоции, Прозренья
Дадут тебе успокоенье
Во Тьме, средь Лжи и Разложенья,
Где "счастье" — в Чуши, на коленях,
Пред Злом Всемирным пресмыкаться,
Чтобы... едва живым остаться.
Энергию дают Прозренья
И творчество. А шквал эмоций
Ведёт к тому, что обесточен.
Такое "счастье" — проводник
Без тока. Но к тому привык,
Считая нормой, в Схеме сник,
Ища какой-то мутный пшик,
Безумный раб, для Схемы смык.
А самый главный в Тьме обман —
Сплошь покупается профан —
Искать Энергию вовне,
В позорного мирка говне.
Внутри она: найдя, взорвись
И вне Шаблонов возродись!

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мАкросхемы Зла

"Ползёт по небу таракан!"
Все скажут: "В голове изъян..."
Мир-перевёртыш: гаже Муть
Придурков загоняет в Жуть.
Но с детства им твердят: "Основы!",
Тем наложив в умы оковы.
Они помрут — юнцам по-новой
Вгоняют Чушь, что бестолкова.
Ей тест простой — "большие числа":
Над ПУСТОТОЙ нули повисли —
Вот усреднённое число,
Уродца суть, что пал под Зло.
Свет Единиц найти труднее,
Ведь с каждым годом Тьма наглее,
Подлее, беспринципней, злее —
Чрез Геноцид она умеет
Сместить баланс к тому, кто блеет.
Духовный опыт — Единица.
Но ноль считает: "Это мнится!"
Зла Пропасть дальше углубится,
Раз Единица сплошь гнобится.
В итоге сдохнут все Зла схемы:
Нулей навалом, единицы немы,
Всё меньше их — сигнал пропал.
Кирдык, когда нулей зашкал!

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Исполненные песни и озвученные стихи

Ссылка с озвучкой:
Может быть, лучше
С временем будут
Те озвучания.
Также есть ранние.

https://my.mail.ru/list/flashscript/music/media

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Поезд в Ад

Кассиром Данте. Поезд в Ад.
В Девятый Круг билеты проданы.
В купе спешит продажный гад.
Гудит вокзал с названьем "Родина".
Составы через пять минут,
Но Круг Девятый в дефиците.
А репродукторы вновь врут:
Пункт назначенья — "Наш Спаситель".
(это припев)

Чрез несмываемый позор
Продажный гад спешил к "успеху",
Поверив в непролазный вздор
Идей подложных, для потехи

Что созданы Тлетворным Злом,
А также с целью пропитанья.
В Тьме пик успеха — быть Козлом,
Овец ведущим на закланье.

Пыл поддержал родимый дом,
В идеях укрепила школа,
Что в просторечьи. То Содом,
Долготерпенью Произвола

Что обучает, ясный ум
Губя напором лженауки.
А коль убрать словесный шум,
Там цель одна — хапуги-суки.

Припев

Но скилл "Ходить по головам"
Получишь только в пирамиде
Мирка позорного. Там хам,
Что понаглей, на подлой гниде,

Стоит, плюя на нижних в сласть. А власть
Реальная — глаз пирамиды.
Людишки низшая в ней масть —
То показал Маразм Говнида:

Прогнулся каждый п-резидент,
Парламенты легли подстилкой.
Пропагандон, лепила, мент
Всем правили — шприцом, дубинкой.

Припев

Что ж, подведём Дерьму итог,
Чтоб уяснить — нет перспективы!
Тотально Зло и в нём убог
Народец — Гее мы нарывы.

Прод`али всё. Пред`али всех.
Для расширенья ареала
И в Ад пойдём! ТВАРЬЯ успех —
Честь-совесть в большинстве пропала.

И с Разумом здесь полный швах;
Быть может, черти нас подучат?
Помчим же в Ад на всех парах
И станем всех чертей покруче!

Давно "иконой Сатаны"
Людишек подлых называют.
Убогой родины сыны
В Аду чертей уж прижимают...

То показала всем война —
Юлою крутится уж Гитлер
В гробу. Страна достигла ДНА.
Что ниже? Ад. Веди нас, Путлер!

Припев

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Схемы, мемы, ложь Системы

Непролазна дичь мирка:
Чащи Лжи для дурака,
Схемы, мемы, ТВАРЕЙ темы =>
И уродцы сл`епы, н`емы.
То итогом. Что же с богом?
Сатанизм в мирке убогом,
Значит правит миром Чёрт,
В оглуплении упёрт.
Но подпилены рога —
Стал он богом для раба.
Божий раб — какой позор!
Лишь безумцы жрут сей вздор.
И безумье приговор,
Ведь кругом не просто раб,
А безумный. Вмиг ослаб
Ты в среде тлетворной, коли
Не противник Зла Юдоли.
Непролазна дичь мирка:
СМРАДов чушь для дурака,
Схемы, мемы, ложь Системы =>
Все народцы сл`епы, н`емы.
Противленьем Чуши Душу
Ты спасёшь. Её лишь слушай,
Ведь иначе пропадёшь —
"Истину" в мирке найдёшь:
Зло впендюрит схемы, мемы
И идеи — ТВАРЕЙ темы.
Доказательств теоремы
Уж не требуют. Проблемы
Создаются => и согнутся
Все в процессе их решенья:
Механизмом разложенья
Стала Зла простая схема,
Но толпа слеп`а и н`ема.
Непролазна дичь мирка:
Здравие для дурака
Главным, потому бороться
Стали за него, уродцам
Навязавши лже-болезни:
В страхе чернь для Тьмы полезней.
Убивают через страх
Ум, весь мир в тлетворный прах
Превращая, обещая,
Что "прогресс" достигнет "рая".
Что для Чёрта есть прогресс?
Духа и Ума регресс!
В том успехи впечатляют,
Ну а дурни потребляют,
Двигаясь в Всемирный Лагерь.
Красный крест на чёрном флаге
Станет символом его —
ТВАРЕЙ Ада торжество
Возвестив. Дух, Ум добив,
Превратят придурков в скот —
Вот такой мирка исход.
Помешает Катаклизм:
Он сметёт рабов, фашизм
И Всемирный Кретинизм.
В Сферы Духа единицы,
Что сумели не склониться
Перед Злом — "добром" тупицы.
Непролазна дичь мирка:
Зло "добром" для дурака
Стало — преуспели схемы
Тьмы, сгнобив рабов Системы.

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Ползёт биомасса,
Толпится у кассы,
Затор у корыта.
Усилья напрасны —
Духовность убита...

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Бег — острое оружие:
Сгубил немало он
Гармонии — досужие
Шаблоны гонят вон.

Пусть станет мудрость тела
Поводырём твоим —
И побежишь умело,
Шаблоном не гнобим.

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Христианство и подобное ...

Вера в Люцифера —
Вот сухой остаток,
Коль убрать химеры,
В коих оный хваток.

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Несмазанный добротой "механизм Души"

Движется работа,
Но скрипит Душа
Без тепла, заботы
Свет узреть спеша.

Холод, Жуть наградой —
Неподкупен ты.
Трение — средь гадов
Пошлой маеты

Признаком движенья
Супротив. Скользишь —
Значит в Разложенье
Идиотом мчишь.

Шлях проложен Тьмою,
Смазан ложью он.
Хочешь быть собою —
Будь один. И вон

Изгони идеи —
Смазку для ума:
Чтобы в Чушь быстрее
Съехал. Кутерьма

Отвлекает, давит
Так, что скрип силён.
Встал — тогда додавит.
Двигать ПРОЧЬ! — закон.

Движется работа,
Вновь болит Душа
Без тепла, заботы
ПУТЬ свершить спеша.

Путь к Истоку — это
Твой единый путь:
Прочь из Мира Бреда,
Одолев Ложь, Жуть.

Встретишь Света Море —
Значит то Исток!
Позабудешь Горе,
Впредь не одинок.

Эго растворится —
Ты вновь Океан.
Океан не мнится —
Он Истоком дан!

Движется работа,
Не болит Душа
Без тепла, заботы —
Ты в конце ПУТИ, напоследок Зло круша.

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Расчёт

А он кричал: "Теперь мне всё одно!
Садись в такси — поехали кататься!
Пусть счётчик щёлкает, пусть всё равно
В конце пути придётся рассчитаться".

Из "Счётчика", Высоцкий написал.
Та песня про несложные расклады.
В идеях и шаблонах Тьмы пропал
И постепенно стал бездушным гадом —

Расчёт пожёстче, чем в простом такси,
Когда решил проехаться бесплатно.
У Сатаны пощады не проси:
Коль предал Дух, расплата неотвратно.

В конце пути придётся рассчитаться —
Коль терпишь Зло, тогда с Душой расстаться.
Ждёшь послабления — всё может статься? —
И вновь скопить Дерьмо вовсю стараться...

Дешёва сказка, что Душа бессмертна —
В ушлёпках тупость просто беспримерна.
Грязь растворит её как кислота металл —
Очнись, уродец, ты почти пропал!..

Когда почти, не "господи прости!"
Ты должен причитать, а Внутрь стремиться,
И попытаться Огнь там обрести,
Разжечь его и дальше с Тьмой сразиться.

Сраженья разные. Махать мечом —
Нет проще способа, и он ничтожен.
А биться чрез идеи с Мира Палачом,
Громя обманы, — этот путь сверхсложен.

Насилие последним средством Зла —
Закабаляют дурней чрез идеи.
И убедят покорного осла,
Что волен он. "Есть выбор!" — разомлеет

И побежит он шмотки выбирать,
Еду с отравой — это повкуснее.
А раз в четыре года "избирать" —
Подсунуть своего всегда сумеет

В любую партию Всемирный Кукловод —
Их качество поверено шмурдяк-говнидом.
Но снова верит в "выбор" Злу покорный сброд,
Хотя всегда! позорится "правитель"-гнида.

Итак, Огонь внутри — иное лабуда.
Лишь это достославная идея.
Устрой пожар — убогая среда тогда
Не сможет счёт вчинить. Гори смелее!

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Свет !НАШИХ! очей

Ты свет моих очей,
Царица сладких снов,
Звезда без сна ночей
И... рак моих мозгов!

С тобою вся толпа,
Что мучила тебя:
Как оргия... Слаба
Душой — всё! для себя.

Толпа сидит в уме
И гробит Чистоту.
Ты вывалян в дерьме,
И с детства! "Простоту"

Хотели "воспитать",
Гнобя талант и ум.
Пора мосты сжигать —
В обитель ТЯЖКИХ дум

Иди смелей; урод
В пути том как балласт.
Две трети — сумасброд
Среди людей. Продаст!

Покуда жив талант,
Таких ты сторонись.
Пусть не ума гигант —
От Морока очнись.

Коль в Мороке партнёр,
То тянет ум твой вниз:
Мгновений жизни вор.
Уйди и не бранись.

Сник "свет моих очей" —
Забыл царевну снов,
Звезду былых ночей
И... рак моих мозгов.

Реально это плен —
Все страсти дураков.
Ушло всё это в тлен —
Лишился вмиг оков.

Оковы через страсть,
Чрез ложь и просто "жизнь" —
Как трудно не пропасть
Среди всеобщих тризн.

То тризны по Уму,
По Духу. Это Ад!..
В нём служишь Лжи, Дерьму.
Не прекратишь — ты гад.

Иди смелей ВПЕРЁД —
ОТСЮДА. Зачеркни
БЫЛОЕ. Ждёт Восход
Тебя там впереди?

Не ясно... Но иди —
Оставь сей адский мир.
И ничего не жди,
Коль разум твой не сир.

Из Ада в Ад идёшь —
Обычный это путь.
И смысла не найдёшь
Ты в этом — просто ЖУТЬ...

Бессмысленны пути,
Бессмысленная "жизнь".
А Свет чтобы найти —
Так ты сперва очнись!

Ищи его ВНУТРИ —
Недолго так идти.
Дойдёшь ТАК! до Зари.
Смелее же иди!!!

Днесь свет моих очей
Нетленный Чистый Дух.
И я теперь ничей —
Вне сатанизма слуг.

В ком Свет — один лишь тот
Не раб и не слуга.
Толпа — двуногий скот.
Страх — видом батога,

А Ложь — фундамент Зла
Тотального. Оно
Ведёт Путём Осла
В Всемирное НИЧТО.

В НИЧТО через НИЧТО —
В периоде нули!
Умишки в решето,
Душонки как у тли!

Неси другим свой Свет —
Тем, кто пока не ноль:
Единственный завет.
Неси, презревши боль!

И свет очей твоих,
Пройдя через других,
Умножившись в иных,
Взорвётся Синергией:
Ты и они — другие!
И времена — иные!!!

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Бег на длинные дистанции как современная супер-йога

На пробежку выхожу —
С бегом сызмальства дружу.
Бег сегодня супер-йога:
Принесёт здоровья много,
Развлечёт и успокоит —
Эндорфин в крови утроит.
Наркомания обратная
Вся "выносливость". Отвратная
Псевдожизнь кругом: забыться
Хоть на миг и очутиться
В мари кайфа днесь потребность.
Алкоголь, игла в ущербность
Опускают, возвышает
Бег, с нагрузкой не лажает
Если патриот Движенья
Среди Лжи и Разложенья.
Нету родины, мирок
В Забытьи, и чуткий йог
На себя лишь положиться
Может, если Вдаль умчится.
Всё подобно — и внутри
Дали есть. В них Свет узри.
Бег поможет в этом, силы
Приумножив. В Дали мило:
На пробежку выхожу —
С бегом сызмальства дружу.
Бег сегодня супер-йога:
Принесёт здоровья много,
Развлечёт и успокоит,
Горизонт Души утроит.
Йоги суть: извне вовнутрь
Перенос вниманья. В путь! —
Парадокс там обнаружишь:
Если В МЕРУ бег натужен,
В нём едины "внутрь"-"вовне" —
Ты впервые не в Говне.
Говно-мир убог и сир —
Супер-йога твой кумир.
На пробежку выхожу —
С бегом сызмальства дружу.
Бег сегодня супер-йога:
Принесёт здоровья много,
Развлечёт и успокоит,
И ОСОЗНАННОСТЬ утроит.

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Схема "Искусственная проблема — реакция — "решение" и грядущий Всемирный Цифровой Концлагерь

Через пень колода —
Множатся невзгоды:
Верят Тьме уроды,
Бывшие народом.
Множатся идеи —
Как сгнобить скорее:
Сверху "доброта" —
Пойлом для скота.

Через ложь проблемы.
Ждут испуга в теме
Геноцида кто.
Меры в решето
Бывшее "свободой"
Превратят. Уроды
Примут все решенья,
Множа Разложенье.
Дальше — меры хуже:
ТВАРЯМ Лагерь нужен.
Показал говнид
Суть Зла схем. Убит
Разум повсеместно.
Редким умным тесно
В Стойле Мировом —
Страх в нём батогом.

Через пень колода —
Множит Зло невзгоды:
Верят Тьме уроды,
Бывшие народом.
Множатся идеи —
Как сгнобить скорее:
Сверху "доброта" —
Пойлом для скота.

Цель ТВАРЬЯ — бездушье
Через страх. Удушье
Редким честным-чутким
В мире подлом, жутком:
Псевдожизнь удавкой —
В живность переплавка!
Лишь Духовный Поиск
Отведёт Зла натиск,
Душу, ум спасая
Среди страха, хая.
Не вовне, внутри
Свет скорей узри.
Будет Катаклизм:
Он сметёт фашизм.
Чуткий — в Сферы Духа,
Если он не сука.
Быдло — в Новый Ад,
Раз склоняться рад.

Через пень колода —
Множатся невзгоды:
Верят Тьме уроды,
Бывшие народом.
Множит Зло идеи —
Как сгнобить скорее:
Сверху "доброта" —
Пойлом для скота.

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У советского газетного киоска
(по мотивам старого анекдота)

"Россия" продана и "Правды" нет,
Остался нудный "Труд" за три копейки.
Иди пораньше, если нужен "свет"
В твоей надломленной судьбе-злодейке.
"Гудок" разбудит, "Сов-культура" бред
Впендюрит всем писклявою жалейкой.
"Советский спорт" от бреда отвлечёт,
"Экран" недо-кино поднимет выше,
И "Огонёк" мосты к Уму сожжёт.
А от "Здоровья" быстро съедет крыша!
Но хватит о былом. С Умом война
Чрез СМРАДы ныне жёстче и страшнее.
Через говнид, рашизм достигли ДНА —
Народец стал тупее и подлее,
А ТВАРИ, что им правят, много злее,
Чем в приснопамятный Совка застой.
А если в целом, весь мирок — ОТСТОЙ!
Хоть плачь, хоть вой, и дале будет НИКАКОЙ!:
Концлагерь строят всюду — цифровой.
И поделом, когда забыл Основы:
Свет, Явь внутри, снаружи Лжи Оковы.
Построить Лагерь ТВАРИ не успеют:
Сожгут мирок, затем опять засеют.
Без легковерия гнильцы зерно —
И не грозит ему уловок Тьмы говно.
Критичность перед Смертью умножай —
Не попадёшь ВНОВЬ в ТВАРЕЙ урожай.
Возможно, перейдёшь в Иные Сферы —
Вне страхов, лжи, уловок Люцифера.

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Конвейер мертвяков

Напрасная работа
За деньги, не за кайф,
Штампует идиота —
То ЦЕЛЬ её. И драйв

Повсюду херят: "важность"
И прибыль — "наше всё".
Как опухоль продажность —
В Тьме рабство чрез неё.

А следствием бездушье.
С Конвейера мертвяк
В итоге сходит. Чушью
Прикроет Жуть Бардак

Всемирный. Лжи и Чуши
Навалом. Через них
Гнобят умы и души —
Двойной удар: и псих

Заходит на конвейер.
Он школой оглуплён,
Нервирован. Зло сеет
Раздрай везде — закон

Главнейший в Разложеньи
Убогого мирка.
И в Ад ведут ступени,
Трудами дурака

Проложены, ведь ТВАРИ
Дают лишь Ложь, Це-У.
До Днища в Лживой Мари
Дошли — кирдык всему,

Что ярко и нетленно,
Повсюду настаёт.
В Нью-Лагерь "перемены"
Ведут почивший сброд.

Напрасная работа,
Ложь, Страх, Це-У Тварья.
Ни шанса нет у сброда
Воскреснуть: Ад — Земля.

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Три шага

"Святой" ничтожный ищет бога
Через писания... Убого!
Постится, блеет чушь, стараясь
Достичь чрез примитивы рая.

Обширен бог — через безмерность,
Внутри которая, ущербность
Забыв как страшный сон, искать,
А значит Огнь вновь разжигать.

Когда ты станешь сам Стихией,
То не нужны тебе другие.
Подпорки также — в виде бога
Особенно. Судите строго

Ад, что вокруг, — следов в нём нету
От божества: засилье бреду
Затмило Свет, сместив акценты
Вовне — на Чёрта Экскременты!

Ложь, страх, покорность и продажность,
А сверху пудра, блёстки — "важность"
И умный вид — Дерьма прикрытье:
А цель его — Души избытье.

Шаг первый — это Осознанье,
Где ты. В мирке фашистской срани,
Коль слово "ад" тебе приелось.
Шаг далее — в Исканьях смелость.

А значит к чёрту все шаблоны,
Идеи и теорьи. Тонны
Дерьма навалены повсюду.
Но кличут патокой паскуды,

Пытаясь им тебя обмазать.
Напор Говна нам лже-заразы
Отчётливейше показали,
А также то КАК НИЗКО ПАЛИ

Людишки под Тотальной Ложью.
Шаг третий: далее несложно
Уйти в себя как в дальний скит,
Раз мир ТВАРЬЁМ почти добит.

И там Огонь, Пожар затем
Пусть станут средь главнейших тем.
Сгоришь до срока — небольшая
Беда: не Чушь лопатить в Тьме, лажая.

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Типа народ

Побери их чёрт
Вместе со статистикой!
В пошлости упёрт,
Ум почти что стёрт,
Для ТВАРЬЯ — логистика:
Злу покорный сброд,
Кличется народ, —
Слеп и глух урод
Для любой эвристики.

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Выхожу один я на дорогу,
Чертыхаясь, — всё вокруг убого:
Идиоты ищут правду, бога
В сатанизме. На душе тревога,
Ведь его сегодня очень много,
Но прикрыт он лучше — не как прежде.
Не дойду, пропав, — кирдык надежде.

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Сокрытая дорога к Свету

Выхожу один я на дорогу,
Чертыхаясь, — всё вокруг убого:
Идиоты ищут правду, бога
В сатанизме. На душе тревога,
Ведь его сегодня очень много,
Но прикрыт он лучше — не как прежде.
Не дойду, пропав, — кирдык надежде.
(это припев)

А куда идти во Тьме, не знаю —
Как всегда, под "измами" лажаю.
Но страшней всего всеобщий "изм" —
Легковерный, пошлый кретинизм.
Показал говнид, что им не болен —
В выводах своих сметлив и волен —
Очень редкий чуткий индивид.
Если в целом, в мире Ум убит,
И Нетленный Дух тож в единицах —
Гибнут словно Красной Книги птицы.
Ад кромешный — тупость, бездуховность,
Добротой прикинулась Жестокость.

Припев

Сатанизм в религиях не сложен —
"Божий раб", посредник-поп, ничтожен
Словно говорящий сто слов попка.
Прихожанин куплен, туп как пробка, —
Обещаньям "вечной жизни" верит,
Сатанизму распахнувши двери.
Посложней дела со лженаукой —
В "терминах" сильна. С продажной сукой,
Что в халате, ныне видом рясы,
Спорить муторнее. Зла наказы
Мрази исполняют очень тонко —
Сверху "фактов", "доказухи" плёнка.
Только интуиция поможет
Рушить "знаний храм", что сплошь подложен.
Суть подлога — Дух везде похерен,
Заменён на "измы". Дурни верят...

Припев

Самым важным Злу всегда, везде идеи —
Разделение во всём так ТВАРИ сеют.
Натравить потом есть малая проблема —
Пропаганды пережёванная тема.
Мотивировать на труд, всегда! напрасный,
Поиск денег, "счастья" будут ежечасно
Трескотнёй идеек пошлых и тлетворных,
С мёда плёнкой сверху для придурков легковерных.
Коль заезжена одна тошнотная пластинка,
Ставят новую, умножа рабство под сурдинку.

Припев

Тракт, один: бегу стремглав от гадов.
В том ошибка! Внутрь стремиться надо —
Есть и там сокрытая дорога —
К Свету. И по ней идёт немного
Смелых, чутких, ярких и разумных,
Тракт покинув — там одно Безумье.
Первый шаг — понять свою ошибку.
Далее пойдёт, коль чуток, шибко.
Смело в путь из Мрака Сатанизма
И его основы — кретинизма!

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Сухой остаток

Винтик в пазе. Проржавел —
Моментально не у дел:
Ввинтят новый — мелочовки
Много. Пресс без остановки
Давит с треском псевдожизнь.
Вниз стекают кровь и слизь.
Безобразный пласт в остатке.
Винтик, как всегда, вне схватки:
Объяснили в Скрепной Школе,
То крепёжная, мол, доля;
Лишь враги глаголят "пресс" —
Должен звать его "прогресс".
А ввинчения процесс
Называется служеньем
Высшим целям. Поколенья
В Лжи сменяются, давленье
Возрастает, Прана тает.
"Всё окей!" — шуруп считает.
Механизм Жизнь добивает.
Перемелют в порошок —
ТВАРЯМ несказанный прок:
Будет Мульти-Механизм,
И не нужен с ним фашизм,
Геноцид и оглупленье —
Только Смазка. Поколенья,
Те что были биомассой,
Подчинятся ТВАРЯМ сразу —
Кроме винтиков, шурупов
НИЧЕГО нет в Аде Глупом.
Коль просеять весь ****ёж,
Виноват во всём крепёж:
ТВАРЕЙ мало — Механизм
Мелочовка движет ВНИЗ.

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Pockets Wide…

Spread your pockets — open wide,
Pack the promises inside.
We live in lies beyond repair,
Where every deal hands you despair.

Give your energy away
Once the noodles slip your way.
Pseudo-science, faith in drag —
Swallow slowly, never gag.

They’ll stuff you full of verbal paste
Till mind and power both are waste.
They’ll “prove” whatever suits the trick —
You’re used to it. You’ve learned it quick.

Trusting vermin seals your fate:
Bondage comes — it’s never late.
Fraud on fraud and trap on trap,
Wagons full of rotten crap.

Spread your pockets — train your ears
For more noodles in the years.
Soon they’ll weigh you down like lead —
Don’t resist. Obey instead.

Kiss the boots and squeal on cue
For the butchers’ filthy crew.
First the road with “roses” paved —
Then torchlit nights. The final rave.

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Don’t Judge God Too Hard

Don’t judge your god — be kind, be fair,
Just grasp the mess he has to bear:
From filth to mold his sacred jars —
“Real men” forged for wars and scars.

For Evil’s slop they stand in line.
This god’s horned head? A sign divine.
He breaks, remakes, again, again,
And blinds the mind with ancient “faith”.

For “Good” they’ll hound, oppress, and beat,
They’ll kill — to crush the Spirit’s heat.
This god’s the Devil’s deputy,
A clerk of hell with warranty.

And sons of a dim, crippled land
Swallow tales pre-chewed, pre-planned.
They chant the myths, repeat the lie —
Conned clean, and never ask them why.

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Lethargic Sleep and the Execution of Pinocchio

Pinocchio slept in the Land of Fools,
The sleep was long — the country changed.
He woke where idiots make the rules,
A stranger now, deranged, estranged.
For sawdust isn’t cotton wool —
Their worth? A penny. Dead and null.

Carabas sank into pure slime,
Fox Alice sold narcotic dreams.
Basilio learned the budget crime,
While Malvina worked the midnight schemes.

Duremar floods them all with rot,
Bribe-fed Bulldog “heals” with clubs.
The sucker count grew tenfold hot,
And Tortilla built a jail in swamps and tubs.

The golden key unlocks a cell,
The Cricket guards it — what a twist.
The primer’s changed: they teach you hell,
How to be Evil’s loyal fist.

Old Carlo builds the “future kind” —
Soulless things to replace mankind.
Bulldog breeds the hounds in packs,
A camp of cages, demons clap.

Artemon joined the force outright,
To boost the dogs’ oppressive might.
Giuseppe writes the law, stone-drunk,
And no one cares — not this, not that, not junk.

One perk remains: he’s made of wood —
When pyres burn the unwanted good,
He’ll flare at once, the spirit gone,
Less ash than flesh when it is done.

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The End

All is lost — the poisoned sting
Of global propaganda bites.
Few are smart in anything,
Most have lost their mental lights.

Crowds who can’t think straight at all,
Hordes of fools on every side.
They’ll beat the thinkers till they fall
In savage, frothing verbal tide.

They sow the seeds of burning hate,
They flood the air with fear and lies.
The idiot trusts whatever’s fed —
And so is calmly sacrificed.

Fake plagues, fake wars, and rotten power,
Energy mines beneath each word.
That fate is earned — the stupid cower,
Deserving what they’ve never heard.

They’ve lost the skill to use the mind —
They feel with gut, not thought or sight.
So all sank down to the same grime
And started killing en masse, in spite.

But Earth will burn the freakish brood —
The Sun shines harder by Gaia’s will.
That inhuman pack, that feral mood,
Will follow — deeper, darker still.

They’ve grown more vicious, more deranged,
They sense the ending drawing near.
So lies grew louder, filth unchained.
They spew their trash. Hello, endgame here.

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So-Called “Mobilization”

More “raw meat” — more grinding done,
Plenty fertilizer piled.
All the fools will hit the ground
If the mind has long gone wild.

Who’s the threat you’re “shielding” from?
“Nazis”? Where — in Ryazan’s fields?
Losses stack up ten to one —
That’s how idiots go to war and yield.

Wars are fought by tech, not crowds.
Long ago the rules were set.
FASCISTS will “explain” out loud
Any shit you’re told to get.

Zombie screens have mounted lies,
Lying smoothly, night and day.
Hell is real in Russia’s skies,
There — a curse; here — grief at play.

Hordes of morons pushed to die,
’Cause the smart won’t take that bait.
Fascism’s force? It’s you — no lie.
They’ll keep lying, killing, straight.

First to die — yes, you, not “them”.
That’s the harvest they await.
Blood to beasts is daily bread,
Like kvass — they drink your fate.

Turn your weapons — change the aim,
Not at ghosts and not at smoke,
But at those who sell the game,
Breeding fools with every hoax.

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Negative Selection

Negative selection — rise the trash,
Wretches float while thinkers crash.
Traitors, fascists top the list,
Polished tongues — an ace they twist.

That slick bastard — “President”,
Just a thug — the cop-in-chief.
Clerks are lickspittles content.
What’s work worth? A brief relief.

Only loyalty — dog-grade.
Flatter, bow, obey the code.
If you’re stupid — that’s an aid:
Fewer questions down the road.

Mute fools execute on cue,
One command — and they comply.
Pyramid of dumb and cruel,
Knaves parading as “ally”.

Tied by mutual guilt they stand,
Every beast with dirt to share.
Blackmail binds the whole damned band
So none dares escape the snare.

Negative selection reigns —
Only thieves and rats ascend.
“Governing” the human plains
Means to grind them to the end.

They kill Spirit — pure and bright,
Mind and conscience bleed away.
Propaganda’s shrieking bite
Leaves the people half-alive today.

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Cannibals and Sheep

Trust the cannibals — no doubt,
Vote their jackals in and cheer.
Put their fascist lackeys out
On the screens to lie — sincere,

Boldly, viciously, obscene.
Trash the opposition fast.
Sheep exist to be cuisine;
Lies — the style of life that lasts.

Sheepish trust is perfect gear
For a total, clean shearing job.
“Victory of states,” they sneer —
Total lies, like moths, will gnaw,

Chewing nerves and minds to dust,
Draining strength, warping the soul.
Dulling, twisting, killing trust —
Idiots play their final role:

Soulless beasts with rage to spare,
Hatred bursting past the brim.
That’s the age we breathe and bear.
God has left this little realm —

Here’s a total war declared
On the Mind, the Spirit, Truth.
All dissolves like smoke in air,
Replaced by bile and servile drool — we reek.

The cannibal now feeds on sheep,
Dropped his mask, forgot the post.
Only lies and troubles breed,
And collapse? A simple boast.

That collapse will take them all —
Cannibals included, dead.
Till then we just grumble, stalled,
Drowned in lies and seas of dread.

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The Rise of the Sheepish Mind

Guessing games for Simple Joes —
School begins the dumbing-down.
Stamped “You-Know-Somehow” it goes:
That’s the famous college crown.

There and here, the same old wall
Crushing thought that dares create.
Always was. Just count it all —
Cash amassed by middle age

As the sum of years well spent
Learning “wisdom” on command.
In fascist filth, the system’s bent:
Only Sheepish Mind is planned —

Nothing else is ever needed,
All the rest is banned or bled out.

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Elections and Other Shows for Hoofed Crowds

The spawn of Lies has sprouted fast —
Election season’s back again.
The herds are shackled, as in past,
Once that same old farce begins.

Herd-style “choices” grind to hay,
Lies to compost — nothing new.
On to fresh shows, more ballet:
“Change” in words, but choice? Just two—

Pick one bullet from the clip
Preloaded by the BEASTS on screen.
Hoofed won’t reach the river’s lip —
They’ll be fed with chaff again.

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Jackals

You once were human — long ago,
Before you sold, before you fed
On scraps of conscience, traded low.
Not crippled — no: a jackal bred.

For jackals only packs will do,
Of jackals, pups of jackal kind.
They’ll all start barking — already few
Can speak at all, or form a mind.

They do not speak — they just replay
The stupid lie, the frantic howl
Of propagandists, day by day,
That eats the mind, devours the soul.

They won’t become themselves again —
No humans left inside that skin.
Only rabies waits for them,
With poisoned spit they shower in.

The propaganda rabble’s mad,
Gone rabid now — no reins, no curb.
Where minds are dull, the weak gets grabbed,
And lies alone are enough to kill.

By lies the packs are put to death:
Fake plagues, fake wars — one massive con.
All humanity dissolves to breath;
Its price today? A single coin.

Spirit, reason, honor rot —
World Fascism everywhere.
Jackals fit their chosen slot:
That’s jackal rule… their “communion” there.

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Fascist Hell

The roof has gone —
A niche for fake-virus lies.
The cuckoo’s flown —
They’ve set up war in disguise.

When will the mind explode?
They’ll poison every field.
War and plague in heavy load,
And hunger left to wield.

Birds’ rights cut sharp and fast —
Only SMERSH and Chekists rule.
They’ll execute the last
Who dare defy the cruel.

Wrongness dictated
By the zombie screen.
Thinking becomes outdated —
Obey the “higher” machine.

The fascist stands above,
The Cabal over him reigns.
Higher yet, the satanists shove,
Chekists — mere servants in chains.

The world beneath this fascist spawn
Unfolds a living hell at dawn.

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Casting Pearls

Spreading counter-propaganda
Among the rabble — wasted pearls.
Or trying to convince a panda
To leap with chimps and join their swirls.

A green despair creeps in your chest
When you glimpse the average mind,
Spirit and reason failing the test —
You turn a pessimist, darkly blind,
Amidst a dullness worse than plague
Where wit and sense are scarce to take.

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Pol-Pot

“Half-lord, half-merchant,
Half-wise, half-ignorant,
Half-scoundrel, yet there’s hope
He’ll finally be whole.”
— Pushkin, 1824

Half-the-people — nearly mad,
Half-decay — no soul in sight.
Now they turn the crowd to livestock,
Choking Pure Spirit out of light.

No half-measures — just extremes!
Genocide, foul fascist ways.
They hold up that scumbag Pui-lo
As model for the world’s displays.

Half-a-nation, yet soon the “half”
Will vanish, or swing back around.
The country will collapse in wrath
Of Pol-Pot, lurking “cotton” bound.

He’s the guide for every actor,
Writes the script for each grim show.
The slime has issued orders:
“Mobilize!” — now hush, don’t blow.

Be quiet as a mouse, yet fight,
Or jail awaits your daring hand.
Few dare show Pol-Pot the middle finger,
“Half-” besieged — in command.

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Slaughterhouses

All the madness, all excess,
Grayness, dullness, idiot’s reign —
The process of dumbing, nothing less,
Results in pure, unthinking pain.

The best way to “keep control”
Is break the mind of every fool.
The top of rot — a servile role,
The herd becomes the system’s tool.

The world is penned. Fascists drive
The flock toward the slaughter line.
Every herder speaks — they lie,
And battle now with false design.

The herd believes. The herd finds joy
In sleep, in eat, in thoughtless drift.
No need to strive, no need to guard
The honor and conscience they lift.

Preserving dignity today
Is like a fight with death itself.
To fend off nothingness, you stay
True to your soul, your inner wealth.

You are the Spirit, shining bright,
Meant only to carry Light.
So cast aside the “daily grind,”
Slaughterhouses, all their blight.

It’s hard — but only by the fight
Your soul in Hell can be kept whole.
Become yourself, embrace the right,
Or else the world will steal your soul.

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Globalization

The “Collective West” emits
A stench both foul and grim.
It’s turned to ashes, lies commit
Tons of evil buried in.

Fascism there is less refined —
It “heals” with filth and rotten schemes.
The fool breathes freer, unconfined,
While the state secures his dreams.

They speak of “equal rights” — in truth
It’s slaughter, dumbing down, decay.
We’ve all become the fools of youth,
Corruption spreads in full display.

The majority — soulless breeds,
Dull variants of mindless kind.
In this worldwide blaze of needs,
Lies burn like plagues that twist the mind.

Napalm, orange, bombs, and flame,
Flamethrowers scorch the rebel’s den.
You’re always trapped inside their game —
Darkness of traitors, spies, and men.

The world-fire only grows with Sun —
True blaze will rise, the scorched begun.
Its light will burn the stinking Earth,
Consuming all that stinks of birth.

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The Drink

“When I am melted in the fire
Of cruel, insane ordeal,
Let not the drink prepared entire
Be sweet to me — nor to us all.”
— Fyodor Sologub, Dec. 22, 1920

When they were brewing up the drink,
A treacherous poison slipped inside.
They poured in filth beyond all brink —
Only a freak would take that tide.

And only freaks the inhuman crave,
Only such stock they want to breed.
This drink must be poured down the drain,
The freakish spawn — erased indeed.

Then tortures end, the anguish too,
The Earth will breathe again, unchained.
For now fascist bitches dance their rue,
A final round — obscene, profane.

Mad rabble swarms and reels around,
It’s hard to sink to depths so low.
Whole nations penned as herded ground,
And Satan’s rule is everywhere you go.

No tempering here by purifying flame —
They’re hardened deep in filth and rot.
Yet Fire will come, without a name,
To burn all vileness. Spare them? Not.

There’s nothing here worth saving still —
The stench is strong beyond all will.

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The Hidden Aim of “Control”

The aim is genocide,
With noodles served alongside.
When reason sleeps,
The filth runs wild and deep.

It’s Morok — the scum will rise.
All connection dies.
Lost in lies,
Everything decays and hides.

Connection to the Pure Spirit —
That is the saving grace.
Dung flies get no ascent,
No flight to higher place.

Nothing matters —
Only intuition counts.
Rot and filth
Are all their “holy mounts.”

The answer lies inside:
Discard the lies — behold it plain.
That shitty fascism,
Despise it, fear in vain.

Wash away the Evil’s stain,
Forget all greed and gain.
Fear is worse than death —
Cleanse yourself, draw breath.

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Train to Hell

Dante’s the clerk. Train to Hell.
Tickets sold — the Ninth Circle’s full.
A bought;and;sold creep rushes in the cell,
The station roars: “Homeland” — loud and dull.
Departures every five minutes run,
But Ninth Circle seats are rare tonight.
The loudspeakers lie, one more time:
Destination — “Our Savior”, bright.

(Chorus)
Train to Hell, all aboard the lie,
Ninth Circle calling — don’t ask why.
Trumpets blare, the boards all tell:
“Our Savior” — Train to Hell.

Through indelible shame he chased “success”,
Believed the sludge of convenient lore —
Fake ideas for cheap excess,
Brewed by Rotting Evil to feed the war.

In Darkness, peak success is this:
Be the Goat that leads the sheep to die.
The home cheered loud, the school sealed the kiss,
A Sodom of patience, teaching why

Clear minds must drown in pseudo;science roar.
Strip the chatter — the aim is plain:
One goal only: grab and score,
Predators cashing in the pain.

(Chorus)
Train to Hell, all aboard the lie,
Ninth Circle calling — don’t ask why.
Trumpets blare, the boards all tell:
“Our Savior” — Train to Hell.

The skill “to walk on heads” is learned
Inside the pyramid of shame:
The bolder brute on rot ascends,
Spitting down — that’s how you “gain”.

Real power’s there — the pyramid’s eye.
The lowest suit is “human trash”.
This madness showed it, bold and dry:
Each “p;resident” bent in a flash.

Parliaments turned into rugs.
Rule by syringe and club and scam:
Propagandist, quack, and thug —
That’s how they governed, slam by slam.

(Chorus)
Train to Hell, all aboard the lie,
Ninth Circle calling — don’t ask why.
Trumpets blare, the boards all tell:
“Our Savior” — Train to Hell.

Let’s sum the filth to make it clear:
No future here — just Total Wrong.
A crippled crowd, Gaia’s sores,
Sold all, betrayed all, all along.

To grow the range of beasts’ success,
We ride to Hell — their triumph plain:
Honor and conscience gone en masse,
Reason wrecked — a total drain.

Maybe the devils’ll teach us sense?
Full throttle now — to Hell we race,
To outdo demons, if there’s a chance,
Icons of Satan — that’s our face.

War proved it all. In his grave he spins,
History’s ghoul in a furious drill.
The country hit bottom — what’s beneath?
Hell. Lead us there, Putler. Fulfill.

(Chorus)
Train to Hell, all aboard the lie,
Ninth Circle calling — don’t ask why.
Trumpets blare, the boards all tell:
“Our Savior” — Train to Hell.

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Express Train

The train departs from “Morok” station,
Bound for “Global Fascism”’s hell.
No damp yet in the Lies’ foundation,
No cure for Crowd’s stupor fell.

All carriages are jammed, overloaded —
The station crush was sheer affright!
Misfortunes, obstacles, fears corroded —
Thank fate, we told them, onward, right.

The mob on the platform wasn’t convinced
We’d find the traps awaiting near the end,
Claimed the Great Zone holds all ensnared,
Stuck in deadlock — our doom they penned.

The switchman knows his work — the train
Will race to its terminal fast.
Past the penultimate siding, we gain
A glimpse of the hospital, “Govnida” cast.

We sing, amuse the little children,
While the conductor serves with skill.
Doubts’ voices fade, the tongue is willing —
He’s loquacious, bends the ride at will.

But then a child bursts into tears,
The one who shouted, “See! The naked king!”
No calming works — the little one fears,
And suddenly cries, “To the Vale we bring!”

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

You are the light of my eyes,
Queen of dreams that softly gleam,
Star of sleepless midnight skies,
And… cancer in my brain, it seems!

The crowd that tormented you
Follows, weak in soul — all theirs.
An orgy small, yet cruelly true,
Selfishness beyond all cares.

The mob sits in the mind
And tramples all that’s pure.
You’re rolled in filth since childhood’s time,
“Simplicity” they’d obscure.

They tried to mold, to break,
Suppressing talent, thought, and fire.
Time to burn the bridges, make
A house for heavy thought’s desire.

Go boldly; the fool in your path
Is ballast, slow and vile.
Two-thirds are mad, obsessed with wrath,
Among the crowd, they sell, defile.

As long as talent lives,
Keep far from fools’ deceit.
You need not a giant mind —
From Morok, awaken, meet.

If in Morok there’s a partner,
It drags your reason down.
A thief of moments, life’s marauder —
Leave it, do not wrestle, frown.

Once the “light of my eyes”
Forgot the dream;princess of sleep,
The star of former nights, the prize
And… cancer creeping deep.

This is captivity real —
The passions of fools abound.
All fades to ashes, all surreal —
The chains of life unbound.

Chains through passion, lies, and strife,
Through mere “life” and common sin —
How hard to not be lost in life
Amid the endless wailing din.

Wailing of Mind, of Spirit — Hell!
Serving Lies, feeding filth —
Stop not, and you serve it well,
A creature in its matted kith.

Go boldly FORWARD —
FROM HERE! Cross out the past.
Sunrise waits — a future ward?
Unclear… yet step steadfast.

Leave this hellish world behind,
Expect nothing, reason free.
From Hell to Hell you walk, confined,
And meaning flees — pure misery.

Paths are senseless, life is vain.
To find the Light, first wake within.
Seek it there — not in the pain,
And you will reach the Dawn’s thin rim.

Now the light of my eyes shines —
Immortal Spirit, pure and clear.
I belong to none, beyond the swines,
Outside Satan’s servants’ leer.

In whom Light dwells, only they
Are free, no chains, no slave.
The crowd — mere two;legged prey,
Fear the whip, Lies the path to grave.

Lies are the foundation of Total Evil,
Leading fools down the donkey’s way
To Nothing, global and medieval,
Through Nothing, in the Zero’s sway.

Minds like sieves, souls like lice,
Carry your Light to those not null.
The single command, the sacred price —
Carry it on, spite the pull.

And the light of your eyes,
Passing through others’ hearts,
Multiplied, a brilliant rise,
Will explode in Synergy’s sparks:
You and they — transformed, alive!
And eras — anew, revive!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

You are the light of my eyes,
Queen of dreams that never die,
Star of nights without a sleep,
And… cancer crawling in my mind deep.

The crowd that tortured you for sport
Sits weak, all selfishness their court.
An orgy small, their souls were thin,
All for themselves — they cheat, they sin.

The mob in minds, they kill the pure,
Since childhood you’ve been smeared in manure.
“Simplicity” they tried to crush,
Talent and thought, they turned to mush.

Time to burn the bridges, light the fire,
Make a home for heavy thought’s desire.
Step boldly; the fools in your path
Are ballast, mad, a traitor’s wrath.

Two-thirds are lunatics among the herd,
Selling, lying — every word.
As long as talent yet survives,
Keep far from fools — they’ll snuff your lives.

Not a mind of giants is the goal,
Awaken from Morok, reclaim your soul.
If in Morok a partner drags you down,
Moments of life will be stolen, drowned.

Once the “light of my eyes” forgot
The dream;princess, the star long sought,
And cancer crawled within my head —
All passions of fools, their chains widespread.

Life fades to ash, to nothingness,
The world enslaved in foolishness.
Chains of lies, passion, trivial strife,
How hard to stay alive in life!

Hell of Mind, Hell of Spirit — true!
Serving Lies, filth, and the crew.
Stop not, you serve the vile still,
A creature tangled in Satan’s will.

Go boldly FORWARD — leave behind,
This hellish world, the fear, the grind.
Sunrise waits — the path unclear,
But step ahead, release the fear.

Paths are senseless, life a lie,
To find the Light, first wake inside.
Seek it within, do not comply,
And reach the Dawn where spirits glide.

Now the light of my eyes is pure,
Immortal Spirit, strong, secure.
I belong to none, beyond the swines,
Outside Satan’s servants’ lines.

Where Light resides, only they
Are free, no chains, no slave obey.
The crowd — two-legged, fear the whip,
Lies their path, Evil’s grip.

Lies build the base of total crime,
Leading fools through donkey-time.
Through Nothing, through the Null’s domain,
Carry your Light, despite the pain.

Let the light of your eyes pass through,
Multiply in hearts anew.
Explode in Synergy’s fierce embrace:
You and they — transform, retrace.
And eras — different, rise again,
A new world waiting — break the chain!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

You are the light of my eyes,
Queen of dreams that never die,
Star of nights without a sleep,
And… cancer crawling in my mind deep.

The mob that crushed you, weak and vile,
Sells lies with every crooked smile.
Two-thirds are mad, their souls are spent,
Talent dies where fools torment.

Step boldly; burn the bridges down,
Leave the ballast, wear no crown.
Awaken from Morok, rise,
Don’t let their darkness blind your eyes.

Life fades to ash, chains everywhere,
Fools and liars poison the air.
Hell of Mind, Hell of Spirit, true —
Serve not the filth they feed to you.

Go forward, leave this cursed place,
Sunrise waits, a clearer space.
Paths are senseless, life’s a lie,
Seek the Light within — don’t comply.

Carry your Light through hearts, through fire,
Multiply it, lift it higher.
Explode in Synergy, fierce and bright —
You and they, transformed by Light!

No chains, no swine, no fear, no slave,
Only the Light can guide, can save.
Through Nothing, through the Null, be strong,
Break the dark — the Light belongs!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

You are the light! The eyes! The queen!
Dreams alive, nights unseen!
Cancer crawls inside my brain —
Fools and liars feed the pain!

Crush the crowd! Burn the bridge!
Step beyond their lies, their ridge!
Madness reigns, two-thirds insane —
Talent dies where fools remain!

Rise from Morok! Strike the dark!
Don’t let them steal your spark!
Chains are ash, life’s a lie —
Seek the Light — and never die!

Hell of Mind! Hell of Spirit! True!
Serve the filth? No, not you!
Forward, march! Leave this place!
Sunrise waits — embrace the space!

Paths are lies, life is smoke,
Wake inside — or be broke!
Carry Light through hearts, through fire,
Multiply it, lift it higher!

Explode! Synergy! Fierce! Bright!
You and they, new in Light!
No chains! No swine! No fear!
Break the dark — the Light is here!

Strike the falses! Strike the vile!
Burn the lies in every mile!
Through Nothing! Through the Null! Be strong!
Carry the Light — it’s where we belong!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

Light of my eyes! Queen of dreams!
Star of nights! Cancer in my seams!

Crush the fools! Burn the bridges!
Rise from Morok! Smash their ridges!

Talent dies! Madness reigns!
Chains are ash! Break the chains!

Seek the Light! Strike the dark!
Carry fire! Spark the spark!

Hell of Mind! Hell of Spirit! True!
Filth and lies — not for you!

Forward march! Sunrise waits!
Break the dark! Open the gates!

Explode! Synergy! Fierce! Bright!
You and they! Born in Light!

No chains! No swine! No fear!
Light is here! Light is here!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

Light! Eyes! Queen of dreams!
Nights without sleep, cancer screams!

Crush! Burn! Bridges down!
Fools are weak, madness crowns!

Rise! Strike! Morok’s dark!
Spark! Fire! Ignite the spark!

Talent dies where fools remain,
Chains are ash — break the chain!

Seek the Light! Smash the lie!
Carry fire — reach the sky!

Hell of Mind! Hell of Spirit! True!
Filth and lies — not for you!

Forward march! Sunrise near!
Break the dark — no more fear!

Explode! Synergy! Fierce! Bright!
You and they! Born in Light!

No chains! No swine! No fear!
Light is here! Light is here!

Strike! Crush! Burn the vile!
Run the path — every mile!

Through Nothing! Through the Null!
Carry Light! Take control!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

LIGHT! EYES! QUEEN OF DREAMS!
NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP! CANCER SCREAMS!

CRUSH THE FOOLS! BURN THE BRIDGES!
MADNESS REIGNS! CHAINS ARE RIDGES!

RISE! STRIKE! MOROK’S DARK!
SPARK THE FIRE! IGNITE THE SPARK!

TALENT DIES WHERE FOOLS REMAIN!
BREAK THE CHAINS! SHATTER THE PAIN!

SEEK THE LIGHT! SMASH THE LIES!
CARRY FIRE! REACH THE SKIES!

HELL OF MIND! HELL OF SPIRIT! TRUE!
FILTH AND LIES — NOT FOR YOU!

FORWARD MARCH! SUNRISE NEAR!
BREAK THE DARK! SHOW NO FEAR!

EXPLODE! SYNERGY! FIERCE! BRIGHT!
YOU AND THEY! BORN IN LIGHT!

NO CHAINS! NO SWINE! NO FEAR!
LIGHT IS HERE! LIGHT IS HERE!

STRIKE! CRUSH! BURN THE VILE!
RUN THE PATH! EVERY MILE!

THROUGH NOTHING! THROUGH THE NULL!
CARRY LIGHT! TAKE CONTROL!

RISE UP! SHOUT OUT! BE STRONG!
LIGHT IS YOU! AND YOU BELONG!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

LIGHT! EYES! QUEEN OF DREAMS!
NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP! CANCER SCREAMS!

CRUSH! BURN! MADNESS REIGNS!
BREAK THE CHAINS! SHATTER THE PAIN!

RISE! STRIKE! SPARK THE FIRE!
SEEK THE LIGHT! SMASH THE LIAR!

HELL OF MIND! HELL OF SPIRIT! TRUE!
FILTH AND LIES — NOT FOR YOU!

FORWARD! SUNRISE! SHOW NO FEAR!
EXPLODE! SYNERGY! LIGHT IS HERE!

NO CHAINS! NO SWINE! TAKE CONTROL!
RISE UP! SHOUT OUT! FREE YOUR SOUL!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes

Light… of my eyes…
Queen of dreams…
Star of nights…
Spark within…

Crush the fools!
Burn the bridges!
Rise! Strike!
Shatter the chains!

Seek the Light!
Smash the liar!
Carry fire!
Ignite the sky!

Hell of Mind!
Hell of Spirit!
Filth and lies — not for you!
Forward march! Sunrise near!

EXPLODE! SYNERGY! FIERCE! BRIGHT!
YOU AND THEY! BORN IN LIGHT!
NO CHAINS! NO SWINE! TAKE CONTROL!
RISE UP! SHOUT OUT! FREE YOUR SOUL!

LIGHT IS HERE!
LIGHT IS HERE!
LIGHT IS HERE!

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The Light of !MY! Eyes — 4/4 Beat Version

Kick – Snare Pattern: Kick (K) / Snare (S)

K: LIGHT!;S: EYES!
K: QUEEN!;S: OF DREAMS!

K: NIGHTS!;S: WITHOUT SLEEP!
K: CANCER!;S: SCREAMS!

K: CRUSH!;S: BURN!
K: MADNESS!;S: REIGNS!

K: BREAK!;S: THE CHAINS!
K: SHATTER!;S: THE PAIN!

K: RISE!;S: STRIKE!
K: SPARK!;S: THE FIRE!

K: SEEK!;S: THE LIGHT!
K: SMASH!;S: THE LIAR!

K: HELL!;S: OF MIND!
K: HELL!;S: OF SPIRIT!

K: FORWARD!;S: SUNRISE!
K: SHOW!;S: NO FEAR!

K: EXPLODE!;S: SYNERGY!
K: FIERCE!;S: BRIGHT!
K: YOU!;S: AND THEY!
K: BORN!;S: IN LIGHT!

K: NO!;S: CHAINS!
K: NO!;S: SWINE!
K: TAKE!;S: CONTROL!
K: RISE!;S: UP!
K: SHOUT!;S: OUT!
K: FREE!;S: YOUR SOUL!

K: LIGHT!;S: IS HERE!
K: LIGHT!;S: IS HERE!
K: LIGHT!;S: IS HERE!

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Hidden Road to the Light

I walk alone upon the road,
Cursing all — the world’s corrode:
Idiots chase some twisted God
In Satan’s halls. My soul’s at odds,
For today he’s everywhere around,
Yet better hidden, lost, not found.
I’ll not arrive, hope’s buried deep—
A cursed end awaits, my leap.
(Chorus)

And where to go in Darkness, none knows—
As always, caught in every “-ism” that grows.
But worst of all, the universal blight—
The gullible, the shallow, foolish might.
CowID showed me I’m immune,
Rare, sharp, alert — a single tune.
Yet overall, the world’s Mind is dead,
And the Timeless Spirit scarce as thread—
They perish like birds in Red Books writ.
Hell is here — dumbness, spirit’s split,
Cruelty posing as kindness sits.

(Chorus)

Satan in religion — simple, plain:
“God’s servant,” priests, a voice in vain,
A hundred words, a papal drone.
The parish bought, as dull as stone,
Believes in “eternal life” lies,
Swinging wide the satanic doors.
Lies in science harder to debate—
In “terms” they rule, corrupt, sedate.
The scum perform evil with subtle skill,
Layered “facts” and “proofs” to kill.
Only intuition tears apart
The temple of knowledge — all false from start.
The core of fraud: the Spirit’s slain,
Replaced with isms; fools believe the chain.

(Chorus)

To Evil, ideas are always prime,
Division sown through all of time.
To pit one against another — small feat,
Propaganda chews the topic neat.
Motivate in work? Always in vain.
Money, “happiness” — constant pain.
Chatter of vile and rotten thought,
Honey-coated for the naive caught.
If one record’s stale and worn,
Another spins, and slavery’s reborn.

(Chorus)

One path alone: I flee the filth,
A mistake! One must seek within,
For there lies a hidden road —
To the Light. A few walk this thin
Line of courage, insight, and mind,
Leaving the track where madness blinds.
The first step: know your own mistake.
Then onward, if your senses wake.
Boldly march from Satan’s Dark,
And from the roots of cretinism stark!

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Hidden Road to the Light

I walk alone, the road is grim,
Cursing the world, it’s dark and dim.
Idiots chase some twisted God,
In Satan’s halls — my soul’s at odds.
He hides so well, can’t see the way,
Hope buried deep, the end’s in sway.

(Chorus)
Hidden road, only few will find,
Light for the brave, the sharp, the kind.
Step from the Dark, break every chain,
Walk through the fire, endure the pain.

In Darkness lost, I stumble blind,
Caught in the snares of every “-ism” mankind.
Gullible fools, shallow and weak,
The world grows dumber week by week.
CowID proved my mind is free,
Rare, alert, a single key.

(Chorus)
Hidden road, only few will find,
Light for the brave, the sharp, the kind.
Step from the Dark, break every chain,
Walk through the fire, endure the pain.

Priests sell lies, cheap and bland,
Bought parish fools don’t understand.
Science lies, layered thick,
Evil schemes work fast and slick.
Only intuition tears the veil,
Rips the falsehoods without fail.
Spirit crushed, replaced with “ism,”
Fools believe in the prison system.

(Chorus)
Hidden road, only few will find,
Light for the brave, the sharp, the kind.
Step from the Dark, break every chain,
Walk through the fire, endure the pain.

Evil feeds on ideas prime,
Division sown across all time.
Propaganda spins the wheel,
Motivation false, deceit to steal.
Money, “happiness,” every hour,
Chatter rotten, power sour.
If one record’s stale, they spin another,
Slavery renewed for every sucker.

(Chorus)
Hidden road, only few will find,
Light for the brave, the sharp, the kind.
Step from the Dark, break every chain,
Walk through the fire, endure the pain.

One path alone, flee not the filth,
Seek inside — there lies the wealth.
Hidden road to Light is near,
Only the few can see it clear.
Step with courage, mind, and fire,
Leave the track of Satan’s mire.
Know your errors, rise, advance,
Break from cretinism, seize your chance!

(Chorus — Final)
Hidden road, only few will find,
Light for the brave, the sharp, the kind.
Step from the Dark, break every chain,
Walk through the fire, endure the pain.

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Hidden Road to the Light

I step alone, the road is black,
Curses fly — no turning back.
Fools chase God in Satan’s hall,
Their minds are blind, they’ll take the fall.
He hides so deep, hope crushed, denied,
The end seems near, no place to hide.

(Chorus — punchy)
Hidden road! Only few survive!
Light for the brave! Keep the fire alive!
Break the chains! Step from the night!
Fight through the Dark — claim your Light!

In the shadows, I stumble blind,
Trapped in every “ism” mankind.
Fools believe, shallow and weak,
The world gets dumber week by week.
CowID showed — I’m sharp, aware,
Rare minds awake, the few who dare.

(Chorus — punchy)
Hidden road! Only few survive!
Light for the brave! Keep the fire alive!
Break the chains! Step from the night!
Fight through the Dark — claim your Light!

Priests sell lies, cheap and hollow,
Fools buy the trap they cannot follow.
Science twisted, evil’s layer,
Schemes like poison, everywhere.
Only intuition breaks the wall,
Rips the falsehoods, shatters all.
Spirit crushed, “isms” replace,
Fools trapped forever in their cage.

(Chorus — punchy)
Hidden road! Only few survive!
Light for the brave! Keep the fire alive!
Break the chains! Step from the night!
Fight through the Dark — claim your Light!

Evil thrives on ideas that divide,
Propaganda drives the tide.
False labor, money, empty fame,
Fools dance blind in the devil’s game.
Old records spin, new lies to feed,
Slavery reborn for every greed.

(Chorus — punchy)
Hidden road! Only few survive!
Light for the brave! Keep the fire alive!
Break the chains! Step from the night!
Fight through the Dark — claim your Light!

One path alone — flee not the grime,
Look inside — there lies the prime.
Hidden road to Light is near,
Only the sharp, the brave can steer.
Step with fire, heart, and mind,
Leave the track of evil behind.
See your errors, rise, advance,
Break from cretinism — take your chance!

(Final Chorus — explosive)
Hidden road! Only few survive!
Light for the brave! Keep the fire alive!
Break the chains! Step from the night!
Fight through the Dark — claim your Light!

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Hidden Road

Step from the Dark! Break every chain!
Light for the brave! Only the fierce remain!
Fight through the lies — claim your Light again!

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Shatter the lies! Step into the blaze!
Only the brave walk the hidden ways!
Light is the prize — break through the maze!

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From Darkness rise! Tear falsehood apart!
Fear has no hold — ignite your heart!
Light leads the bold — make your start!

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Fight the deceivers! Break their chains!
Walk the hidden road — leave the stains!
Claim your Light — only courage reigns!

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Step aside, you fools, your lies are dead!
We blaze the hidden road — crush your head!
Light laughs last — we strike instead!

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Crawl, deceivers, under our feet!
Hidden road burns — your doom we meet!
Claim your Light — we won’t retreat!

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Fools of the Dark, we spit on your throne!
Break your chains, take the Light — our own!
Your reign of lies? Reduced to bone!

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Stink of your lies chokes the air!
We storm the hidden road — beware!
Light crushes fools — none shall spare!

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Laugh, deceivers, your time is done!
We march through Dark — your reign is none!
Light mocks your fear — the brave are won!

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Fools of the world, your throne’s a joke!
We walk the hidden road, unbroke!
Light shreds your lies — hear our stroke!

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Cower, impostors, your games are through!
Hidden road burns — we rise anew!
Light scorns your hate — we see it through!

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1.
Step from the Dark! Break the chain!
Light strikes the fools — none remain!

2.
Fools beware! Your lies decay!
Hidden road burns — we find our way!

3.
Spit on their throne, crush their lies!
Light guides the brave — fools’ demise!

4.
Rise, the cunning die in vain!
Hidden path calls — shatter the chain!

5.
Laugh at their fear, mock their reign!
Walk the road — ignite the pain!

6.
Chains will break, fools will fall!
Light claims the brave — we conquer all!

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1.
Fools fall! Light strikes!
Hidden road — we rise!

2.
Shatter lies! Crush the weak!
Path of Light — only the brave!

3.
Chains snap! Fear dies!
Walk bold — claim the skies!

4.
Dark flees! Truth burns!
Light reigns — fools turn!

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1.
Fools burn!
Light strikes!
Rise now!

2.
Break chains!
Crush lies!
Stand tall!

3.
Dark dies!
Truth roars!
Move fast!

4.
Fear falls!
Path shines!
Strike hard!

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Lightning Strike

1.
Crush!
Burn!
Rise!

2.
Smash lies!
Fear falls!
Stand!

3.
Shatter!
Strike!
Light wins!

4.
Fools die!
Chains break!
Run!

5.
Dark flees!
Truth strikes!
Roar!

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The Scheme: Problem — Fear — “Solution”
(and the Coming Global Digital Camp)

Verse 1
Built half;blind, half;wrong, half;slow,
Troubles breed and overflow.
Freaks believe the Dark with pride —
Once a people, now a herd inside.
Schemes keep growing, one by one:
How to crush and break them fast.
“Kindness” dripping from above —
Drugged swill for the grazing mass.

Chorus
Through the lie — a problem made,
Fear ignites, the trap is laid.
Then the “cure” — control, command:
Chains disguised as helping hand.

Verse 2
Problems forged from scripted lies,
Waiting fear in frightened eyes.
Genocide in softer clothes,
“Safety measures” — through the nose.
What was freedom turns to pen,
Freaks accept each new decree.
Rot expands — and then, again,
Harsher rules for slavery.
Next comes what the beasts demand:
Camps, control, a digital brand.
CowID stripped the scheme bare —
Evil’s code was written there.
Mind lies dead in nearly all,
Thinking souls feel crushed, too small.
In the Global Stable’s stall
Fear becomes the driver’s whip.

Chorus
Through the lie — a problem made,
Fear ignites, the trap is laid.
Then the “cure” — control, command:
Chains disguised as helping hand.

Verse 3
Beasts crave one thing — empty hearts,
Fear and pressure do the part.
Rare, awake, and honest few
Choke inside this rotten zoo.
Pseudo;life becomes a noose,
Flesh remade to docile use.
Only Spirit, inward turned,
Stops the blow where souls are burned.
Not outside — look deep within,
See the Light beneath the skin.
Cataclysm waits ahead,
Fascist order swept and dead.
Those with sense ascend in Spirit,
If they’re not the crawling type.
Willing cattle choose the pit —
A brand;new Hell, well digitized.

Chorus (Final)
Through the lie — a problem made,
Fear ignites, the trap is laid.
Then the “cure” — control, command:
Chains disguised as helping hand.

Outro / Reprise
Half;built world, through stump and log,
Evil multiplies the fog.
Freaks believe the Dark with pride —
Once a people. Now: classified.

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Problem ; Fear ; “Solution” (Global Digital Camp)

Verse 1
Built on lies, built on pain,
Freaks obey, they’ve lost the brain.
Darkness reigns, the herd obeys,
Once a people — now decays.
“Kindness” drips from empty hands,
Drugged and fed to docile lands.
Schemes expand, crush fast, destroy,
Turn free souls into their toy.

Chorus / Hook
Problem made — fear applied,
“Solution” comes — chains worldwide.
Beasts will rule, the Spirit crushed,
Digital Hell, all reason hushed.

Verse 2
Rules like knives, lies on top,
Every measure makes them drop.
Freedom gone, control takes hold,
Freaks repeat the lies they’re told.
Mind erased, the rare oppressed,
Whip of fear drives all the rest.
Camps are built, the code is clear,
CowID shows the scheme of fear.

Chorus / Hook
Problem made — fear applied,
“Solution” comes — chains worldwide.
Beasts will rule, the Spirit crushed,
Digital Hell, all reason hushed.

Verse 3
Souls remade into the herd,
Voices gone, no single word.
Pseudo;life, the strangling rope,
Only Spirit saves the hope.
Look inside, find the Light,
Break the chains, prepare to fight.
Cataclysm sweeps the land,
Fascists fall beneath our hand.

Chorus / Hook (x2)
Problem made — fear applied,
“Solution” comes — chains worldwide.
Beasts will rule, the Spirit crushed,
Digital Hell, all reason hushed.

Outro / Battle Cry
Stump;by;stump, log;by;log,
Evil spreads, we clear the fog.
Darkness falls — the herd confined,
We rise, awake, the Light aligned!

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Problem ; Fear ; “Solution” (Global Digital Camp)

Through the logs, through the stumps…
Chaos spreads, the herd jumps!

Built on lies! Built on pain!
Freaks obey! Lost their brain!
Darkness rules! The herd decays!
Once a people — now a maze!

“Kindness” drips! Empty hands!
Drugged and fed! Docile lands!
Schemes expand! Crush! Destroy!
Turn free souls into their toy!

Problem made — fear applied!
“Solution” comes — chains worldwide!
Beasts will rule! Spirit crushed!
Digital Hell! Reason hushed!

Rules like knives! Lies on top!
Every measure — makes them drop!
Freedom gone! Control takes hold!
Freaks repeat lies — doing as told!

Mind erased! Rare oppressed!
Whip of fear drives all the rest!
Camps are built! Code of fear!
CowID shows the plan is clear!

Problem made — fear applied!
“Solution” comes — chains worldwide!
Beasts will rule! Spirit crushed!
Digital Hell! Reason hushed!

Souls remade — into the herd!
Voices gone! No single word!
Pseudo-life! Strangling rope!
Only Spirit — saves the hope!

Look inside! Find the Light!
Break the chains! Prepare to fight!
Cataclysm sweeps! Land aflame!
Fascists fall — under our aim!

Problem made — fear applied!
“Solution” comes — chains worldwide!
Beasts will rule! Spirit crushed!
Digital Hell! Reason hushed!

Stump by stump! Log by log!
Evil spreads! We clear the fog!
Darkness falls! Herd confined!
We rise awake! Light aligned!

Through the logs… through the stumps…
Chains break! Spirit jumps!

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Problem ; Fear ; Solution

Logs, stumps, chaos reigns!
Herd obeys, mind is chains!

Lies! Fear! Control! Crush!
Beasts will rule! Spirit hush!
Freedom gone! Minds erased!
Digital Hell! End the race!

Problem! Fear! Solution! Chains!
Beasts will rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Solution! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Herd obeys! Rare awake!
Whip of fear! Minds will break!
Camps are built! Evil spreads!
CowID shows — all are dead!

Problem! Fear! Solution! Chains!
Beasts will rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Solution! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Logs! Stumps! Crush the herd!
Chains break! Hear the word!
Darkness falls! Light will fight!
Spirit wakes! End the night!

Problem! Fear! Solution! Chains!
Digital Hell! Spirit reigns!

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Problem ; Fear ; Hell

Logs! Stumps! Chaos reigns!
Herd obeys! Mind in chains!

Lies! Fear! Crush!
Beasts rule! Spirit hush!
Freedom gone! Minds erased!
Digital Hell! End the race!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Herd obeys! Rare awake!
Whip of fear! Minds will break!
Camps rise! Evil spreads!
CowID shows — all are dead!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Logs! Stumps! Crush the herd!
Chains snap! Hear the word!
Darkness falls! Light will fight!
Spirit wakes! End the night!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Spirit reigns!

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Digital Hell

Logs! Stumps! Chaos!
Herd obeys! Mind lost!

Lies crush! Fear smash!
Beasts rule! Spirits crash!
Freedom gone! Minds erased!
Digital Hell! End the race!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Rare awake! Whip of fear!
Camps rise! Evil near!
CowID screams — all are dead!
Mindless herd! Raise the dread!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Logs! Stumps! Smash the herd!
Spirit wakes! End the night!

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Digital Hell

Logs! Stumps! Smash!
Chaos! Fear! Crash!

Lies burn! Minds torn!
Herd obeys! Spirit scorned!
Freedom crushed! All erased!
Digital Hell! End this race!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Rare awake! Whip of dread!
Camps rise! Minds are dead!
CowID screams — truth is banned!
Mindless herd! Evil planned!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!
Problem! Fear! Chains!
Digital Hell! Minds in pain!

Suffocate! Strangle! Herd obey!
Spirit wakes! End decay!

Logs! Stumps! Smash the herd!
Digital Hell! End the night!

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Digital Hell

Logs! Stumps! Smash!
Chaos! Fear! Crash!

Lies burn! Minds torn!
Herd obeys! Spirit scorned!

Freedom crushed! All erased!
Digital Hell! End this race!

Rare awake! Whip of dread!
Camps rise! Minds are dead!

CowID screams — truth is banned!
Mindless herd! Evil planned!

Problem! Fear! Chains!
Beasts rule! Spirit drained!

Suffocate! Strangle! Herd obey!
Spirit wakes! End decay!

Logs! Stumps! Smash the herd!
Digital Hell! End the night!

Hunger, lies, propaganda blight!
Wake, rebel! Fight the fright!

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Digital Hell

Logs crash! Minds smash!
Herd bleeds! Spirit thrash!

Lies choke! Fear screams!
Slave mobs! Broken dreams!

Freedom crushed! Chains tight!
Camps rise! Endless night!

Rare awake! Eyes burn!
Whips crack! Souls turn!

CowID screams — truth dies!
Beasts rule! Spirit flies!

Problem, fear, panic, roar!
Herd obeys! Nevermore!

Strangle, crush, suffocate!
Spirit wakes! End the hate!

Logs smash! Herd bleed!
Digital Hell! Brutal creed!

Propaganda burns, minds rot!
Rebel now! Take your shot!

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Digital Hell

Logs smash! Herd bleed!
Fear spikes! Minds concede!

Lies rain! Souls choke!
Beasts rule! No hope!

Camps rise! Night eternal!
Whips crack! Pain infernal!

Rare awake! Eyes burn!
Spirit fights! Beasts turn!

CowID screams — truth dead!
Brains crushed! Bones bled!

Problem, panic, terror, roar!
Herd obeys! Nevermore!

Strangle! Crush! Suffocate!
Break the chains! End the hate!

Logs smash! Herd bleed!
Digital Hell! Brutal creed!

Propaganda burns, minds rot!
Rebel now! Take your shot!

Fear spikes! Minds fail!
Fight or die! Tear the veil!

Whips crack! Lies feed!
Wake the spirit! Plant the seed!

Logs smash! Herd bleed!
World of beasts! Devil’s feed!

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Digital Hell

Logs smash, herds bleed,
Fear rules, minds concede.
Lies pour, souls choke,
Beasts rule, hope broke.

Camps rise, night eternal,
Whips crack, pain infernal.
Rare awake, eyes burn bright,
Spirit fights through endless night.

CowID screams — truth is dead,
Brains crushed, bodies bled.
Problem, panic, terror, roar,
Herd obeys forevermore.

Strangle, crush, suffocate,
Break the chains, confront your fate.
Logs smash, herds bleed,
Digital hell, brutal creed.

Propaganda burns, minds rot,
Wake your spirit, take your shot!
Fear spikes, reason fails,
Fight or die, tear the veils!

Whips crack, lies feed,
Rise, rebel, plant the seed!
Logs smash, herds bleed,
World of beasts, Devil’s feed.

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Digital Hell

Logs smash! Herds bleed!
Fear rules, minds concede.
Lies pour, souls choke,
Beasts rise, hope broke!

Camps burn! Whips snap!
Brains crushed, bodies trap.
CowID screams — truth is dead,
Herds obey, spirits bled!

Logs smash! Herds bleed!
Digital hell, brutal creed.
Fear spikes! Panic roars!
Chains break, spirit soars!

Whips crack! Lies feed!
Wake your soul, take the lead!
Strangle, crush, suffocate,
Fight the Beast — defy your fate!

Logs smash! Herds bleed!
Devil laughs, man’s greed feeds.
Rare minds fight through endless night,
Spirit shines — cuts the blight!

Camps burn! Whips snap!
Rise, rebel, take your lap.
Logs smash! Herds bleed!
Digital hell — it’s your creed!

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Digital Hell

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Fear reigns!
Minds kneel!

Lies rain!
Souls choke!
Beasts rise!
Hope broke!

Camps burn!
Whips snap!
Brains crushed!
Bodies trap!

CowID screams!
Truth dead!
Herd obeys!
Spirit bled!

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Digital hell!
Brutal creed!

Fear spikes!
Panic roars!
Chains break!
Spirit soars!

Whips crack!
Lies feed!
Wake your soul!
Take the lead!

Strangle! Crush!
Suffocate!
Fight the Beast!
Defy your fate!

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Devil laughs!
Man’s greed feeds!

Rare minds fight!
Through endless night!
Spirit cuts!
Blight ignites!

Camps burn!
Whips snap!
Rise, rebel!
Take your lap!

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Digital hell!
This is your creed!

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Digital Hell

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Fear reigns!
Minds kneel!

Lies drip!
Souls choke!
Beasts rise!
Hope broke!

Camps burn!
Whips snap!
Brains crush!
Bodies trap!

CowID screams!
Truth dies!
Herd obeys!
Spirit bleeds!

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Digital hell!
Brutal creed!

Fear spikes!
Panic roars!
Chains snap!
Spirit soars!

Whips crack!
Lies feed!
Wake your soul!
Take the lead!

Strangle! Crush!
Suffocate!
Fight the Beast!
Defy your fate!

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Devil laughs!
Man’s greed feeds!

Rare minds fight!
Through endless night!
Spirit cuts!
Blight ignites!

Camps burn!
Whips snap!
Rise, rebel!
Take your lap!

Logs smash!
Herds bleed!
Digital hell!
This is your creed!

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Digital Hell

Smash!
Bleed!
Fear!
Kneel!

Lies drip—
Souls choke—
Beasts rise—
Hope broke!

Whips! Snap!
Brains crush!
Bodies trap!
Screams slash!

CowID—
Truth dead!
Herd obeys!
Spirit shredded!

Logs—smash!
Herds—bleed!
Digital—hell!
Brutal—creed!

Panic!
Chains snap!
Wake up!
Lead the attack!

Crush!
Strangle!
Suffocate!
Defy!

Logs—smash!
Herds—bleed!
Devil laughs!
Man feeds greed!

Rare minds fight—
Through endless night!
Spirit cuts—
Blight ignites!

Camps burn!
Whips snap!
Rise, rebel!
Take your lap!

Logs smash—
Herds bleed—
Digital hell!
This is your creed!

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Digital Hell — Live-Performance Version

SMASH! — crash!
BLEED! — snap!
FEAR! — whip!
KNEEL! — scream!

Lies drip— chop!
Souls choke— slam!
Beasts rise— growl!
Hope broke! — shatter!

CowID — truth dead!
Brains crushed, spirits shredded!
Herd obeys— clatter!
Chains snap!

Logs—SMASH!
Herds—BLEED!
Digital—HELL!
Brutal—CREED!

Panic! — stomp!
Chains SNAP! — slam!
Wake up!
Lead the ATTACK!

Crush! — grind!
Strangle! — scream!
Suffocate! — rip!
Defy! — shout!

Rare minds FIGHT! — cut through night!
Spirit claws!
Blight ignites!

Camps burn! — smoke!
Whips snap! — tear!
Rise, REBEL! — charge!

Logs—SMASH!
Herds—BLEED!
Devil laughs! — mock!
Man feeds GREED!

Through endless night— fight!
Spirit survives!
Take the path— strike!
Destroy the digital HELL!

Logs SMASH!
Herds BLEED!
Digital hell!
This is YOUR CREED! — SCREAM!

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Digital Hell — Hardcore Live Version

CRASH! — bang!
SCREAM! — snap!
FEAR! — whip!
BOW! — slam!

Lies drip thick— smash!
Souls choke— grind!
Beasts rise— roar!
Hope snaps— shatter!

CowID killed truth!
Brains crushed, spirits torn!
Herd obeys— clatter!
Chains break— rip!

Logs—SMASH!
Herds—BLEED!
Digital—HELL!
Brutal—CREED!

PANIC! — stomp!
Chains SNAP! — slam!
Wake UP! — shout!
Strike BACK! — screech!

Crush— grind!
Strangle— snap!
Suffocate— tear!
Defy— shout!

Rare minds FIGHT! — cut through night!
Spirit claws!
Blight ignites!
Camps BURN! — smoke!

Whips SNAP! — tear!
Rise REBEL! — charge!
Logs—SMASH!
Herds—BLEED!
Devil laughs! — mock!
Man feeds GREED!

Through endless NIGHT— fight!
Spirit survives!
Take the path— strike!
DESTROY the DIGITAL HELL!

Logs SMASH!
Herds BLEED!
Digital HELL!
THIS IS YOUR CREED! — SCREAM!

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Three Steps

The “holy” wretch seeks God in books—
Pitifully! He fasts, he croaks,
Bleating nonsense, straining, struggling
To reach through primitives his heaven.

God is vast—through boundlessness,
Within which lack and void coalesce.
Forget the nightmare, search anew,
And so the Fire ignites in you.

When you yourself become the Storm,
No props are needed, no forms, no norms.
Supports in the guise of God—discard
Especially; judge yourself hard, sharp.

Hell around—no trace of deity.
Madness reigns; the Light is dimmed.
Accents shifted outward—see the Devil’s
Excrement! The world condemned.

Lies, fear, obedience, and sellouts,
Sprinkled with glitter, “importance” show.
A clever guise to hide the filth;
Its goal—to snuff out souls below.

Step One: Awareness—where you stand,
In this world of fascist filth and sand.
If “hell” is tired on your tongue,
Step forward—seek, be brave, be young.

Damn all templates, ideas, and schemes,
Tons of dung piled in endless streams.
They smear you with treacle, foul and mean,
Trying to mask the truth unseen.

The force of shit—our liars’ craft
Shows clearly how low they sank.
How humans fell beneath total lies,
Their depths revealed before our eyes.

Step Three: It’s easy then to turn
Inward, like to a distant hermit’s urn.
If the world’s almost crushed by beasts,
Find the Fire—the blaze, the feast.

Burn to the mark—no shame, no slack,
Better than shoveling crap in the dark.
The Fire lives where courage dares,
Three steps through madness, hell, and cares.

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Three Steps

The “holy” wretch hunts God in scrolls—
Pitiful! He fasts, he bleats, he trolls.
Bleating nonsense, straining, grasping,
Through primitive hells, his mind collapsing.

God is vast—beyond all bounds,
Inside, the void and lack resounds.
Forget the nightmare, seek the Fire,
Ignite the storm, fuel your own pyre.

When you become the rawest Storm,
No props, no idols, no fake form.
God in guise? Throw it away—
Judge yourself hard, no games to play.

Hell’s around—no traces of deity.
Madness rules; the Light is weak, you see.
Accents flipped—outside, the Devil’s shit,
World drowned in filth, where fools sit.

Lies, fear, obedience, and sellouts,
Glitter on top hides the foul bouts.
Clever guise masks all the dung,
Goal of the beasts—to snuff out young.

Step One: Awareness—know your place,
Fascist filth all over the space.
If “hell” is stale on your tongue,
Step forward, brave, fierce, and young.

Damn the templates, ideas, the schemes,
Tons of shit piled in endless streams.
They smear you thick with foul, sticky paste,
Trying to cover up your inner taste.

Shit-force of liars—clear and raw,
Shows how low humans ever saw.
How they sank beneath total lies,
Blind, obedient, feeding their own demise.

Step Three: Turn inward, dive deep,
Like a hermit’s cell, where secrets sleep.
The world crushed by beasts outside,
But Fire burns inside—let it guide.

Burn to the bone—no slack, no fear,
Better than digging through crap out here.
Fire lives where courage dares,
Three brutal steps through hellish snares.

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Three Steps

Holy wretch hunts God in books—
Pathetic! Bleating, lost, he looks.
Fast, bleat, choke, strain, and pray,
Through primitive hells he drags his day.

God is vast—beyond all space,
Void inside, a hollow place.
Forget the nightmare—seek the Fire,
Strike the world, ignite your pyre.

Become the Storm—raw, alive,
No props, no idols, none survive.
God in guise? Smash, discard,
Judge yourself hard—play no card.

Hell is thick—no god in sight,
Madness reigns, the Light turns slight.
Accents flipped—outside, the shit,
Fools and fiends, where cowards sit.

Lies, fear, obedience, sellouts,
Glitter hides the stink and bouts.
Clever masks of dung and dust,
Goal of beasts—to kill the just.

Step One: Awareness—know,
Fascist filth and human woe.
If “hell” is stale, tongue tired,
Step forward, brave, never mired.

Burn the molds, kill the schemes,
Shit piled high in endless streams.
They smear you thick with filth, with slime,
Trying to drag you down in time.

Shit-force of liars—raw, precise,
Shows the depth of human vice.
How low they sank beneath the lie,
Blind, obedient, doomed to die.

Step Three: Dive inward, deep,
Hermit’s cell, where secrets sleep.
World crushed by beasts outside,
Fire burns inside—let it guide.

Burn to bone, no slack, no fear,
Better than digging in shit out here.
Fire lives where courage dares,
Three brutal steps through hellish snares.

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Three Steps

Holy wretch.
Hunts God.
Books lie.
Bleat. Fast.

Pathetic prayers.
Primitive hell.
Drag your day.
Starve. Pray.

God vast.
Void inside.
Forget nightmare.
Strike Fire.

Become Storm.
No props.
No idols.
None survive.

God in guise?
Smash. Discard.
Judge hard.
Play no card.

Hell thick.
No god.
Madness reigns.
Light dim.

Outside—shit.
Fools sit.
Lies. Fear.
Obedient filth.

Glitter hides
Dung and dust.
Masks clever.
Goal—kill just.

Step One:
Awareness.
Know filth.
Fascist woe.

“Hell” stale?
Tongue tired?
Step forward.
Be brave.

Burn molds.
Kill schemes.
Shit piled high.
Streams endless.

They smear you.
Filth. Slime.
Drag you down.
No escape.

Shit-force sharp.
Shows vice.
How low sunk?
Blind obey.

Step Three:
Dive inward.
Hermit cell.
Secrets sleep.
World crushed.

Fire inside.
Let guide.
Burn to bone.
No slack.

Better than digging
Shit outside.
Fire lives
Where courage dares.

Three steps.
Brutal.
Hellish.
Survive.

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Three Steps

Holy wretch—hunt God!
Books lie.
Bleat. Starve. Pray.

Primitive heaven.
Pathetic prayers.
Void inside—forget nightmare!
Strike Fire!

Become Storm.
No props.
No idols.
No mercy.

God in guise? Smash. Discard.
Hell thick.
Madness reigns.
Fools obey.

Shit rains.
Fear. Lies.
Obedience sold.
Glitter hides—filth.

Masks clever.
Goal—kill soul.
Step One: awareness.
Know the filth.

Fascist woe.
Hell stale?
Tongue tired?
Step forward—be brave!

Burn molds.
Kill schemes.
Filth piles high.
Streams endless.

They smear you.
Slime, shit.
Drag you down.
No escape!

Shit-force sharp.
Shows vice.
How low sunk?
Blind obey!

Step Two: inward dive.
Hermit cell.
Secrets sleep.
World crushed.

Fire inside.
Let it guide.
Burn to bone.
No slack.

Better than digging shit outside.
Fire lives.
Courage dares.
Strike! Strike! Strike!

Step Three: survive yourself.
Hellish world crushed.
Three steps.
Brutal.
Apocalypse—complete.

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Three Steps

Holy freak—hunt your god!
Books lie, you starve, you bleat.
Primitives call it heaven,
Pathetic bullshit feast!

Forget the nightmare, spark the fire!
Become the storm—no props, no lies,
No idol, no mercy,
Smash the sky, burn the skies!

Step One: awareness.
Hell thick with mad fools,
Filth rules, glitter hides the crap,
Lies, fear, obedience—sold like tools!

Masks of clever, goal is soul-kill,
Step forward—face the filth,
Fascist shit, choking world,
No mercy, no escape, only thrill!

Step Two: dive inward, hermit mode,
World crushed, filth piles high,
They smear you—slime, shit, lies,
Drag you down, watch the blind obey.

Shit-force sharp, vice revealed,
How low they’ve sunk, how mad they feel!
Step inside yourself, survive the storm,
Fire your bones, courage reborn!

Step Three: survive yourself,
Hellish world almost dead,
Three steps—raw, brutal,
Apocalypse unleashed!

Burn the molds, crush the schemes,
Strike the filth, unleash your screams!
Fire inside, let it guide,
No slack, no chains—ignite the pride!

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Three Steps

Step in, you holy freak, hunt your fake god,
Books and lies—starve and bleat, it’s all a fraud!
Primitives preach heaven, yeah, bullshit’s the creed,
Pathetic, pitiful, starving soul-feed!

Forget the nightmare, ignite the fire,
Become the storm, no lies, no wire!
No idols, no mercy, no fake divine,
Smash the sky, light the blaze, let it shine!

Step One: Awareness—wake the mind,
Fascist shitworld, filth aligned!
Glitter hides the dung, the obedient kneel,
Fear, lies, and submission—sold like a deal!

Clever masks cover soul-kill,
Step forward—face the filth, take the thrill!
The mad world smears, slime and lies,
Drag you down, watch the blind comply!

Step Two: Dive inside, hermit mode,
World almost dead, filth overload!
They smear, they trap, slime everywhere,
Push you down, breathe their toxic air!

Shit-force strikes, vice revealed,
See how low they’ve sunk, how mad they feel!
Step inside, survive the storm,
Fire your bones, courage reborn!

Step Three: Survive yourself,
Hellish world crushed, filth on the shelf!
Burn molds, crush schemes,
Shout your rage, ignite your dreams!

Fire inside—let it roar,
No chains, no slack, open the door!
Three steps raw, brutal, alive,
Apocalypse—survive or dive!

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Three Steps

Step one—wake, see the fraud!
Holy jerk, chase the god!
Books of shit, starve and bleat,
Heaven lies, your soul’s defeat!

Step two—burn, ignite!
Become the storm, own the fight!
No gods, no chains, no fake light,
Smash the sky, unleash the night!

Step three—dive, survive!
World is filth, barely alive!
Fire your bones, crush the scheme,
Shout your rage, burn the dream!

Lies, fear, slime—they all fall!
Courage rises, hear the call!
Three steps raw, brutal, fast,
Fight or die—the die is cast!

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Three Steps

Step one—wake!
See fraud!
Holy jerk!
Chase god!

Books lie!
Starve, bleat!
Heaven fake!
Soul cheat!

Step two—burn!
Storm rise!
No gods!
No chains!

Smash sky!
Unleash night!
Break all!
Fight! Fight!

Step three—dive!
Survive filth!
Fire bones!
Crush scheme!

Lies fall!
Fear dies!
Shout rage!
Burn dream!

Three steps—raw!
Brutal, fast!
Fight, die!
Die cast!

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Three Steps

Wake!
See!
Fraud!
God?

Lie!
Starve!
Bleat!
Cheat!

Burn!
Storm!
Break!
Fight!

Smash!
Night!
Chains!
Crush!

Dive!
Filth!
Fire!
Bones!

Shout!
Rage!
Die!
Fast!

Step!
Raw!
Fight!
Blast!

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Three Steps

Wake, see, fraud, God,
Lie, starve, bleat, and nod.
Burn, storm, break, ignite,
Smash the dark, claim the night.

Chains, crush, dive, and flare,
Filth, fire, bones laid bare.
Shout, rage, die, move fast,
Step raw, strike, make it last.

Blow the lies, tear the veil,
Spin the truth, let none prevail.
Step three: retreat, find the spark,
Fire inside to light the dark.

Break the molds, shun the sham,
Rise above the greedy damn.
One with flame, one with fight,
Forge your path, ignite the light.

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Three Steps

Wake!
See!
Fraud!
God!

Lie!
Starve!
Bleat!
Nod!

Burn!
Storm!
Break!
Ignite!

Smash!
Dark!
Claim!
Night!

Chains!
Crush!
Dive!
Flare!

Filth!
Fire!
Bones!
Bare!

Shout!
Rage!
Die!
Fast!

Blow!
Tear!
Spin!
Prevail!

Step!
Three!
Retreat!
Spark!

Fire!
Inside!
Light!
Dark!

Break!
Molds!
Shun!
Sham!

Rise!
Above!
Greedy!
Damn!

One!
Flame!
Fight!
Light!

Forge!
Path!
Ignite!
Might!

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The Reckoning

And he shouted: “Now it’s all the same!
Hop in the cab — let’s play the game!
Let the meter click, it matters not,
At the end of the ride, the debt is got.”

From The Meter, Vysotsky sang,
A tale of counts, of simple plans.
Lost in templates, dark designs,
He turned, piece by piece, a soulless swine.

The reckoning’s harsher than a cab ride free,
When you cheat the fare — no mercy see.
Do not plead with Satan, no reprieve:
Betray the Spirit — the toll won’t leave.

At journey’s end, you’ll pay your dues:
Endure the evil — lose the soul you use.
Hoping for slack? It might come true —
Yet still you pile the filth anew.

A cheap tale, that the soul’s immortal,
Dull fools blunder — a shocking portal.
Filth will corrode it like acid on steel —
Wake, you fool, before you’re not real!

When almost lost, don’t pray “Forgive!”
You must dive inward, seek to live.
Try to spark the fire within,
Ignite the blaze, and face the sin.

Battles vary. Swing the sword —
The simplest fight, yet not ignored.
To strike ideas of the world’s executioner,
Shatter lies — this path is much sterner.

Violence is the last resort of the vile,
They chain the fools with cunning guile.
Convince the docile ass he’s free,
“There’s choice!” he sighs, sweet slavery.

He’ll run to pick his poisoned meal,
And every four years, he’ll spin the wheel.
The Global Puppeteer will always shove
His lackeys into parties — the master of.

CowID tests their worthless breed,
Yet blind they trust the choice they need.
The “ruler” stinks, yet still they bow,
Forever shamed, but loyal somehow.

So the Fire within — the only real deal,
This glorious spark, the truth you feel.
Ignite the blaze — let the wretches burn,
The pitiful world will have its turn.

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The Reckoning

He screamed: “It’s all the same!
Hop in the cab — ride the game!
Let the meter click — don’t care,
At the end, you’ll pay your share.”

From The Meter, Vysotsky sang,
A simple tale — the counts of man.
Lost in lies, lost in schemes,
Turned soulless, blind, devoid of dreams.

Reckoning’s harsh, not like a free ride,
Cheat the fare — no mercy inside.
Satan shows none — the Spirit’s sold,
Betray and pay, your soul bought cold.

Journey’s end, the price is due,
Endure the evil — soul gone too.
Slack? Perhaps — a false delight,
Yet filth piles up through endless night.

The soul immortal? Cheap deceit!
Fools blunder blind, beneath their feet.
Filth corrodes, like acid on steel —
Wake, you fool, before you’re not real!

Almost lost? Don’t beg for grace,
Dive inward — find your place.
Spark the Fire inside your chest,
Ignite, strike back, deny the rest.

Battles shift — sword in hand,
The simplest fight, the firmest stand.
Strike ideas of the world’s executioner,
Shatter lies — path fierce and brutal.

Violence — last of evil’s tool,
Chains the fools, enslaves the mule.
Convince the ass he’s free to choose,
“There’s a choice!” — he sings, he’ll lose.

Run to pick the poisoned meal,
Vote once in four years — same old deal.
The Global Puppeteer shoves his pawns,
CowID tests — their loyalty drawn.

Blind they trust, the ruler stinks,
Forever shamed, yet loyalty clings.
The Fire within — the only true,
Spark it — let the filth burn through!

Ignite the blaze, the wretches fry,
The world of scum will not defy.
Fight the dark, reclaim your flame,
Burn your path, no one to blame!

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The Reckoning

He screamed: “It’s all the same!
Hop in. Ride. Play the game.
Meter clicks. Don’t care.
At the end — pay fair.”

Spirit gone. Lost in lies.
Soulless fool, blind eyes.
Cheat the ride? Pay the toll.
Satan grins — devours the soul.

Journey ends — price exact.
Endure evil, lose contact.
Soul immortal? Cheap deceit!
Filth corrodes, acid eats.

Wake, fool, before you’re gone!
Dive inside — light your dawn.
Spark the Fire, chest ablaze.
Strike the lies, break the maze.

Sword swings — simplest fight.
Smash the world, crush the blight.
Chains of fools — ideas trap.
“Free choice?” — a filthy slap.

Run, pick poisoned food.
Vote once — same old feud.
Global Puppeteer moves his pawns.
Blind loyalty — the scum fawns.

Fire inside — only true.
Ignite, burn — filth through.
Fight the dark, reclaim flame.
Burn your path — none to blame!

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The Reckoning

Hop in. Ride. Pay.
Meter clicks. No delay.
Soul gone. Lies spread.
Fool rides. Spirit dead.

Cheat the path? Toll comes.
Satan waits. Fire drums.
End of ride — price set.
Endure evil? Soul debt.

Filth eats. Acid bites.
Wake, fool, seize the lights.
Spark the Fire. Strike lies.
Crush the maze. Soul flies.

Sword swings. Smash blight.
Chains of fools. No light.
“Free choice?” Ha! A lie.
Vote, pick. Death nigh.

Puppeteer moves, pawns fall.
Blind herd obeys the call.
Fire inside — only true.
Burn the path. Filth through.

Fight the dark. Claim flame.
None to blame. Burn the shame!

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The Reckoning

Hop in.
Ride on.
Meter clicks.
Soul gone.

Cheat? Pay.
Satan waits.
Fire strikes.
Chains break.

Filth eats.
Acid bites.
Wake, fool!
Seize light.

Sword swings.
Crush lies.
Vote? Ha!
Pawn dies.

Puppets fall.
Blind herd.
Fire burns.
Truth heard.

Strike dark.
Claim flame.
No blame.
Burn shame.

Fight hard.
Soul saved.
Ride ends.
Spirit braved.

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The Reckoning

Hop in — ride!
Click — meter, soul died.

Cheat? Pay!
Satan waits — no way.

Filth bites —
Acid strikes!

Wake, fool!
Seize the fire — break the rule!

Sword swings — crush lies,
Vote? Ha! Herd dies.

Pawns fall — blind crowd,
Fire roars — truth loud!

Strike dark —
Claim spark.

No mercy —
Burn controversy!

Fight hard —
Soul guard.

Ride ends —
Spirit ascends.

Chains snap —
Mind trap.

Blood heat —
Feet beat.

Dark screams —
Light redeems.

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The Reckoning

Hop in — ride!
Meter clicks — souls died.

Free ride? Pay!
Satan waits — no way.

Filth gnaws —
Acid claws!

Wake, fool!
Seize the fire — break the rule!

Sword swings — crush lies,
Vote? Ha! Herd dies.

Pawns fall — blind throng,
Fire roars — truth strong!

Strike dark —
Claim spark.

No mercy —
Burn the false,
Smash the cursed,
Kill the doll.

Chains snap —
Mind trap.

Blood heat —
Feet beat.

Dark screams —
Light redeems.

Fire inside —
Truth will guide.

Ride ends —
Spirit ascends.

Herd fooled —
Slave drooled.

Pay now —
Soul bows.

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"Уроки" Ада в окружении лошар

Время "съёма":
Мысли — кома,
Дух — саркома,
Чушь Дурдома
Добивает —
Прана тает.
Не лажай —
Убегай.
Мир — говно:
Ложь, Страх — Дно!
Снялся — Внутрь:
Свет вне сутр
И "учений",
Гуру мнений.
Отыщи,
Разожги
Огнь, в пожар
Иль в "квазар"
Преврати —
Суть Пути.
Путь — к Истоку:
Нет "уроку"
Убиенья
Мысли, Духа,
К Яви "нюха"
Разложенья!!!
Там в "квазар"
Без лошар
Превратишься —
Возродишься!..

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Свет ценнее

Детство. Молодь — презираю.
Много старше — привечаю:
Бег, беседы, устремленья.
Умных мало — Разложенье.
Чутких — меньше: все считают
Домом Ад — во Лжи лажают.
Единицы разберутся
С ней со временем — очнутся!
А В СЕБЕ найдут ответы,
Схерив все отвалы Бреда,
Единицы единиц —
Мир во Тьме, упавши ниц
Перед Злом. И не козлом
Трудно быть — Сплошной Содом:
ТВАРИ делают скотом
Легковерных идиотов
Через страхи, Ложь, работу.
Юность — некуда податься,
Чтобы с Адом разобраться:
Всюду винтики нужны
Для "развития" "страны".
Череда везенья дале,
Раз не стал покорным вралем:
"Мафиози" стал отменным —
Подоспели "перемены".
Поимел чрез ум Систему —
Даже в контрабанды теме
Был, за то чуть не убили.
Впрочем, эти темы сплыли —
Ныне тема "мир дебилий —
Отражение в стихах".
И лопачу Мерзкий Прах!
Добавлял я в строки кровь
Поначалу: яд — не новь.
Разбавление тротилом
Слов — вот это ныне мило!
Ах, взорваться б побыстрее —
Смерть, коль в Свет потом, милее.
Взрыв: хоть миг, но обеспечен
Света всполох — Ад не вечен.
Свет ценнее, даже миг,
Псевдожизни в Тьме вериг.

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Прокрустово ложе

"Грустно, если позвоночник распрямляется только на кресте".
Станислав Ежи Лец.

Спина согн`ута — на кресте
Сегодня редким распрямляют.
Есть Ложе, в пошлой маете
Его названье забывают.

Зовут "необходимым злом"
Или "порядка основаньем".
А прозябание козлом —
"Прогресс" в Мирке Фашистской Срани.

Вот только сломана спина,
Что ранее была согн`ута:
Прямохождение козла
Возможно после Ложа — в путах.

Тотальна Ложь: опутав всех,
Она в Загон мир превращает.
Козёл в Неведеньи — "успех",
Бабло суть Мерзости скрывают.

Пастух всегда стада стращает —
Испуг для Шор как дрожжи калу.
Тем даже "стойких" нагибает —
Для Ложа свежей крови мало.

Загон почти готов — говнидом
Был совершён большой рывок.
Но возвестят козлам: "Планида
Ведёт к успеху — в прошлом Рок!"

Войдут в Загон, прямохожденье
Восславив как Апофеоз.
Там будут ползать на коленях
Под гнётом страхов и угроз.

Вариант 7-ой и 8-ой строк.
А становление козлом
Днесь "рост" в Мирке Фашистской Срани.

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Пещерный идиотизм лжерелигий и другие составляющие Мировой Тюрьмы

Вот "веры" пещера.
На входе — Химера.
На выходе — Чушь.
Избытие Душ
В ней цель. Завлекает
Посулами "рая"
И "вечною жизнью"
На Разума Тризне
Размером в мирок.
Огромный в ней прок —
Подвал для тюрьмы.
Фундамент — умы
Гнобит лженаука.
Продажные суки
На службе у Зла —
Охрана. Осла
Чрез Ложь сплошь пугает,
Тем Дух изгоняет, —
То СМРАД как стена.
От верха до дна
Контроль у ТВАРЬЯ.
Немало гнилья
В Конструкции Ада,
Но терпят Зло гады,
Хоть малый напор
Сметёт Мерзкий Вздор.
Гнилые умы —
Цемент всей Тюрьмы.
Топь в "веры" пещере —
Оттуда чрез двери,
Пазы и отдушины
Гнильё и удушие
Ползут, Души кушая,
Гнильё множа в стенах.
Грядут перемены —
Спасенье из плена.
Сметёт Катаклизм
Тюрьму и фашизм.
Гнилые умы —
В Ад Новой Тюрьмы.
В Духовные Сферы —
Кто сжёг ВСЕ Химеры.

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Ревизия лженауки

Ревизию ВСЕЙ! лженауки
Настала пора провести:
Доколе продажные суки
Тушить будут СВЕТ НА ПУТИ?!

Дух вымаран — жизни основа! —
Повсюду в теорьях гнилых.
И множатся этим оковы
В сознании. ВЕРЯЩИЙ ПСИХ

Не только религий итогом:
Те суки — похлеще попы!
Подлоги сплошь в мире убогом —
В нём главными Жопы-Пупы.

"Пуп мира" — Огромная Жопа.
Её Потре****ством зовут.
Шанс Жопе прибавить чуть прока —
"Науку" тотчас призовут.

Похуже религий их ересь —
Посредники Тьме не нужны:
Повсюду, говнидом ощерясь,
Исполнила Марш Сатаны.

Одобрили — лишь единицы
Поднялись громить ТВАРЕЙ чушь,
Хотя цель ТВАРЬЯ (то не мнится!) —
Избытье Ума, Хлипких Душ.

Ревизия: много в "основах"
Посылок подложных, они
Чрез "методы", в коих ложь снова,
Ведут в Чушь. Той Чушью распни —

Сокрытая цель лженауки.
Не знает о том "рядовой":
"Майоры" — продажные суки —
Чрез гранты уводят в Отстой.

Военный расклад не примером:
Оружье для Жоп мастерить —
Вторая задача. Химеры
В сознанье повсюду внедрить

Не третяя, а основная.
И в ней второгодником поп.
Всё больше под Чушью лажая,
Мир Жоп мастерит себе гроб...

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Обретение Пути к Истоку

Вечная память Стремлениям к Свету,
Тщетным усильям менять Адский Мир:
Жизненных сил для движения нету,
Сбит через страхи и ложь орьентир.

Мерзость, коль в массе объять разложенье,
Скоро додавит остатки ума.
Всюду подлоги — и ТВАРЯМ служенье
Жизнью зовётся. Её кутерьма

Души гнобит, превращая безумцев
В зомби бездушные — их большинство.
Трудно найти средь Дерьма вольнодумцев,
Дух не растративших, — Тьмы торжество.

Главным повсюду покорность, продажность:
Адская Биржа торгует "успехом",
Плата Душой, но прикрыла то "важность".
"Важность" рабов — для ублюдков потеха!

Вечная память Стремлениям к Свету,
Если ты раб, а твой дом — Адский Мир:
Жизненных сил к Противлению нету,
Крохи ума съел подложный кумир.

В массах дерьма есть реал — Единичность:
Всё остальное уже виртуал.
Главной чертой — Противленье, Критичность:
Если смирился, Злу веря, — пропал.

Если центрирован, Дух укрепляет,
Чрез интроспекцию тонкую нить
К Свету найдёшь, ум тогда не лажает,
Путь обретя — чтобы Быть, а не Гнить.

Живо у редких Стремление к Свету,
И не напрасны усилья: Исток
Будет достигнут. А Тьма канет в лету —
Срок геноцида, фашизма истёк.

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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 сменят ложь,
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 смыслы: 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.

“Ogonёk” 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!

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

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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.

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Не юным хватам

Когда-то был ты юным хватом...
Что ныне? ...лишь ругаться матом...
Чрез легковерность и покорность
Рабом стал — одолела вздорность
Мирка позорного. Продажность
Вела к "успеху" — деньги, "важность"
Затмили юности порывы:
Солидным стал — БОЛЬШИМ НАРЫВОМ.
Нарывы на канве Природы —
То называется "народом".
Скорбит она — кругом уроды:
Чрез Ложь для них твАрят Невзгоды.
Дух, ум и честь Мразь добивает
У них. "Народ" ВСЕГДА лажает —
Свободным адский мир считает.
Они лишь жрут и пьют, мечтая
О "счастье близком" — обещают
Его, когда их не стращают.
Тотальна ложь — всех идиотов
Ведёт в бои и на работы.
Работы, в целом, все простые —
Мразь строит Лагерь: дни лихие
Говнида это показали,
А также то, как низко пали
Уродцы в к "счастию стремленьи" —
Маразм повсюду, разложенье
Достигло аховых пределов —
Мразь мир гнобит весьма умело.
Когда-то был ты юным хватом,
А ныне стал дегенератом —
Цена покорности, "успеха".
Для ТВАРЕЙ этот мир потеха:
Всё больше дурней нагибают,
Смеясь, — !ВСЁ! дурни принимают.
Осталось лишь ругаться матом,
Коль в Лжи не стал дегенератом
У мерзких тварей на подхвате,
Ведущих мир к Большой Расплате:
В Тьму пирамида "Гад на гаде"
Летит стремглав во СМРАДов чаде.
СМРАД в чернь вещает: "Всё окей!" —
И снова верит Злу лакей.
Остался, пусть не юным, хватом,
Ищи в Тьме Свет — не стать чтоб Гадом.
Найдя, уйдёшь в Иные Сферы
Вне Лжи, Уловок Люцифера.
Внутри весь Свет — снаружи Бред.
Сначала Аду крикнуть "нет!!!" —
ПУТИ Единственный Совет:
Чрез Явь маршрут укажет Свет.

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Не рождение, а рождество...

"Рождество" как тождество
"Непорочному зачатью":
Надо верить без изъятья,
Чтоб свершить Уму Проклятье!..

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Раненая птица

Раненая птица
Ввысь уж не стремится —
Образ человека.
Дурость, Чушь — помеха;
А в Душе прореха —
Предпочтенье пеха:
Учат папы, мамы,
Чтоб избегнуть драмы, —
В лёте разобьёшься;
Большего добьёшься,
Если пешеходом
Станешь... Средь уродов —
Пеших сумасбродов!
Ловчим Тьмы потеха
До скончанья века:
Курицами стали —
Одолели Врали.
Высь — не бред, иное —
"Дело наживное",
"Счастье средь покоя" —
Умственной болезнью:
Для ТВАРЬЯ полезней —
В суп идёт болезный
Сам. Сейчас Трап`езный
Мир — почти исчезла
Высь в умах и душах:
Курам только кушать
Хочется, мечтая,
Что достигнут рая
Пёхом. Только в Ад,
Коль пешком и... гад.

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С Новым годом, Мама!

С Новым годом! Пусть невзгоды
Стороной обходят дом!
Пусть по-старому Природа
Укрепляет чесноком

Здравие, а бодрость духа
К долголетию ведёт.
Пусть минут докуки, скука.
Пусть Маруся пищу ждёт

Ежедневно, одаряя
Лаской, мягкостью, теплом,
Дом послушно покидая,
Чтоб обрадовать потом.

Пусть прогулки доставляют
Радость, делая сильней,
А компьютер разбавляет
Новизной похожесть дней.

Счастья, здравия, покоя
Я желаю! Долгих лет!
Пусть идут без перебоев
В дом тепло, вода и свет.

С Новым годом! Непогода
Станет большей из проблем
Для тебя пускай. А модой
Остаётся смачный джем —

Символом безбедных дней,
Протекающих неспешно.
Будь бодрей и веселей —
Жизнь твоя идёт успешно!

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Тотальная Ложь

Фрэнсис Бэкон — он умело
Обличал клеветников:
Клевещи, мол, снова смело —
Лжи остаток дураков

Одолеет, если даже
Обличить клеветника.
Взял то на заметку враже —
В обработке дурака.

Лгал? Солги! И дальше — больше!
Есть остаток, и его
Трудно вымести. Лгать тоньше —
Это в прошлом. Ничего

Не должно служить помехой,
Коль мечтаешь ты "наверх"
Двинуть. Правят пустобрехи —
В прошлом явный изувер.

Показал говнид — "заботой"
Нужно дурней окружить,
Испугав вначале. Рвотой
Лжи мирок легко гнобить,

Коль в испуге до усрачки
Идиоты псевдо-стран.
Если действовать иначе,
Не пойдёт в Загон баран.

Ложь и страх, чуток "морковки",
(А предателям — мешок),
Также вовремя обновки —
И загонишь живность в срок.

Идиот, баран — не важно,
Как ту живность называть.
Очень мало не продажных —
Поздно мир от Лжи спасать:

Просочилась Ложь в "основы"
И в привычки дураков.
Выметут чуток — лгут снова,
Так как крепче нет оков.

И Загон готов. А сроки
Уменьшаются, ведь лгать
Научились даже крохи —
Как два пальца обоссать!

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Умелость

Взорвать к ****ям
Вонючий Бедлам —
Здесь нечего делать,
Когда чтишь Умелость!

Умелость плюс Смелость —
Получишь Нетленность.
Мир Тлена — не нужен,
Когда ты натужен

В стремлении к Свету
Из Чуши и Бреда,
Что стали основой
"Нормальности" новой.

"Нормальна" продажность.
"Безумье" — отважность
Искать, сомневаясь
Во ВСЁМ и пытаясь

Понять, за что Ад
Тебе, коль не гад.
Тупые уроды —
Позор для Природы —

Счастливы вполне
В Всемирном Говне.
Итог — Перевертыш-
Мирок: коль упёртый,

Поймёшь то вполне.
И то что на Дне,
Оценишь наградой:
Не гад есть отрада,

И редкая ныне,
Ведь кровь в жилах стынет,
Когда хоть на треть
Оценишь Зла Твердь.

Оценишь коль больше:
Взорвать! — нельзя больше
Терпеть сей Позор,
Забывшись чрез Вздор.

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So-Called “Authorities”

Criminal kingpins look humane and clean
Next to the “authorities” of science lore:
They don’t drug all minds with scripted routine,
Nor cook such filth on a factory floor,

Filth that for centuries perfects its trade —
To dumb down, to kill, to erase the will.
The mob has no mission, no planned crusade
To uproot all Spirit, to grind it to nil.

Once there was “Papa” — a known old hand,
Who jerked the Roman curia’s chain.
Today a “scientific” hat commands
All mankind — bends them over again.

Pseudo-viruses, rotgut, staged deceit,
Fakes, substitutions, calculated lies —
Thus all are made fools, complete.
The bastards’ master is fascism’s prize.

To scrub the Spirit from all cognition —
That’s the beasts’ owner’s daily concern.
It’s like a contest, a grim competition:
Who’ll do it better? They “grill” and burn

Both “facts” and brains with insolent lies.
They serve their masters like loyal hounds —
“Scientifically” shitting into minds,
Turning believers to docile, stupid livestock-bound.

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So-Called Authorities

Crime lords look cleaner, oddly humane
Next to the “science” authority caste:
They don’t poison all minds with sanctioned insane,
Nor cook mass-idiocy vast.

The mob never vowed, through centuries’ grind,
To murder the Spirit, erase the core.
No gang was assigned to dumb all mankind,
To salt the earth of inner lore.

Once priests bent brains — everyone knew.
Now lab coats do worse, with graphs and decree.
Fake plagues, rot theories, swaps dressed as “truth” —
All forged to make cattle of you and me.

To bleach out the Spirit is master’s demand.
They burn both facts and minds on cue —
Serving like dogs, they shit “science” canned,
And call submission “what’s rational, true”.

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Authorities

Crime lords look human — science does not.
Science grinds Spirit, cold and precise.
No gang swore an oath to dumb the whole lot,
Erase the core, salt the inside.

Lab coats replaced priests — same old control.
Fake plagues, fake facts, obedient minds.
Masters want cattle, not Spirit, not soul —
And “science” shits truth by design.

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So-Called Authorities

Crime lords seem human — next to your labs.
They don’t gas all minds with licensed crap.
No gang swore an oath, through centuries’ span,
To kill the Spirit in every man.

Once priests enslaved — now graphs take the throne.
Fake facts, fake plagues — flesh to the bone.
They burn the mind, call filth “the proof”.
Obey — and rot. That’s “scientific truth”.

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Total Lie

Francis Bacon once laid it bare:
Expose the slanderer — and still
The residue of lies will fare
To beat the fools by sheer free will.

Defame again — and louder yet.
Expose? No matter. What remains
Is noted well by hostile sect
That works on fools through mental chains.

You lied? Then lie again — refine.
The residue is hard to sweep.
Crude lies are past; the art is fine —
Nothing must block the upward leap.

If you aspire to climb “up there,”
Let nothing stand across your way.
Now empty mouths are those who rule —
The blatant fiend is pass;.

They showed CowID: with “care” surround
The idiots on every side.
First frighten them — the world is drowned
In puke of lies, well applied.

When fear reduces brains to dust
In pseudo-countries, stiff with fright,
Try acting soft — it won’t be just:
The ram won’t walk into the pen by right.

Add lies and fear, a “carrot” too
(A sack for traitors — never late),
Some timely perks, a freshened view —
And livestock enters on its date.

Idiot or ram — it makes no odds
How you prefer to name the herd.
The unbought few? Too small in odds —
Too late to save the world from fraud.

The Lie has seeped into the base,
Into the habits of the fools.
Sweep some away — it reappears,
For lies are strongest chains and tools.

The Pen stands ready. Deadlines shrink.
They taught the kids to lie with ease —
As simple now as piss and blink,
As natural as filth and disease.

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Total Lie

Bacon saw it clear: expose the lie —
Yet what remains will still prevail.
Defame again. Let truth go dry.
The residue will never fail.

Lie once? Then lie again — refine.
Rough fraud is old; now lies are sleek.
Nothing must block the upward climb —
The art is subtle, sharp, opaque.

Fear first. Then wrap it up as “care”.
Cow-ID, panic — nicely sold.
Drowned in lie-vomit, dumbed by scare,
The herd obeys, submissive, cold.

Lie, fear, a carrot — timed just right.
A sack for traitors — rule intact.
The Pen stands ready. Deadlines bite.
Even kids lie fast — like practiced fact.

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Total Lie

Bacon saw: expose the lie — it stays,
The residue outlives the truth.
Defame again. In subtle ways
The lie reforms, regains its youth.

Crude fraud is dead. The method’s fine:
Polished fear, refined deceit.
Nothing must block the upward climb —
The system runs on souls made meat.

Fear first — then name it “care” and “good”.
Control wears mercy as its skin.
The herd obeys, as herds always should,
When lies are breathed and fear digs in.

Lie, fear, a carrot — measured, clean.
A sack for those who step aside.
The Pen stands ready, tight, unseen.
Even children lie — and call it “life”.

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Total Lie

Expose the lie — it does not die.
It sheds its skin and learns to breathe.
Truth fades; the residue stays dry,
A form no cleansing can relieve.

The lie evolves. No noise, no rage —
Now fine, abstract, correctly dressed.
It builds the rules, defines the cage,
And names the sickness “progress, best”.

Fear is the air. Control the norm.
Care is the mask that power wears.
The herd complies — not weak, but formed
By habits drilled through years of snares.

Lie, fear, reward — a simple trine.
No hatred needed. No decree.
The Pen exists before the line.
The soul adapts — and calls it “free”.

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Total Lie

Expose the lie — it will not break.
It is the form in which things stand.
Truth bends; the residue will take
The shape of law, the shape of land.

The lie is air. It does not shout.
It names the cage “the way things are”.
Fear is its pulse. Control flows out
As “care”, as reason, clean and far.

No orders now. No need to force.
The Pen precedes the moving line.
The herd obeys by inner course
And calls the tightening “design”.

Yet beyond lie and fear combined,
Beyond the pen, beyond the role,
There is no thought, no trained-in mind —
There is the source that breaks control.

Not truth opposed to fraud or scheme,
Not fact to counter measured lie —
But what remains when form and name
And need to follow finally die.

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Total Lie

The lie is not opposed — it is the frame.
It does not rule; it shapes the will.
No truth can break it, named or claimed —
Only the source beyond it still.

When form and fear and self are gone,
No pen remains. No herd. No law.

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Revision of Pseudo-Science

Time to audit all of fake science,
To see how far the bastards will go:
How long will the sellouts and compliance
Extinguish the LIGHT in its flow?

Spirit erased — the foundation of living —
Rot spreads through every rotten scheme.
The chains multiply in minds believing,
A faithful fool trapped in the dream.

Not only the end of religion:
These whores are worse than the priests!
Fraud reigns supreme in this poor dominion,
Where Ass-World rules, the Puppets’ feast.

The “navel of the world” — a Giant Ass,
Known well as Devourer of Need.
A chance to profit? Science they amass,
To serve the Ass’s every greed.

Worse than religion is their heresy:
Dark intermediaries aren’t required.
CowID grins — Satan’s march, a frenzy,
Everywhere the foul desire inspired.

Few rise to crush the beasts’ illusions,
Though beasts aim true — the mind to drain,
To kill fragile souls with profusions
Of absurdity, the system’s gain.

Audit shows the foundations rotten,
False packages, methods built to lie.
Through lies they lead all thought forgotten,
Crucify reason, let sense die.

The hidden goal of fake science
Is unknown to the “common” rank.
The majors — sellouts, ruthless appliance —
Through grants drag all to the stank.

War plans aren’t the main example:
Weapons for Asses are second aim.
Chimeras implant minds, ample,
While first task — mind-rotting — stays the same.

Not secondary, but central,
And priests repeat as fools re-learn.
Lying ever more beneath absurdity,
The Ass-world digs its own grave to burn…

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Revision of Pseudo-Science

Time to audit all of fake science,
Sellouts snuff the LIGHT on the path.
Spirit erased — the mind’s defiance
Crushed by chains of the faithful’s wrath.

Not only priests, but worse the scholars,
Fraud rules in this poor, rotten world.
The Giant Ass devours and hollers,
Science serves the greed unfurled.

Methods built to lie, to blind,
Crucify reason, kill fragile souls.
Dark intermediaries grind
All thought into obedience and holes.

Few rise to strike the beasts’ illusion,
The rest obey, the herd aligned.
The Pen prepares, the mind’s confusion
Feeds the Ass-world’s endless grind.

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Pseudo-Science

Fake science stands — the LIGHT suppressed.
Spirit erased, the mind oppressed.
Methods of lies, chains of the herd,
Truth crushed beneath the measured word.

The Ass-world rules — no thought survives,
Only the source beyond it thrives.

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Pseudo-Science

Lie endures — the LIGHT withdrawn.
Mind erased, spirit torn.
Methods rot, chains bind the herd.
Truth decays; no voice is heard.

Beyond the Ass, beyond the pen,
The Source remains — beyond all men.

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No Longer Young and Bold

Once you were a grip, young and keen…
What now? Just swearing, sharp and mean.
Through gullibility and meek compliance
You became a slave — ruled by defiance
Of a world corrupt, a shameful scene.
Sellouts guided you to “success”:
Money and “status” eclipsed youth’s fires,
You grew solid — a boil of desires.

Boils upon Nature’s canvas spread —
They call it “people”, hollow, dead.
She mourns — the freaks are all around,
Through lies, misfortunes there abound.
Spirit, mind, and honor crushed to dust,
The “people” always fail, betray, mistrust.
They call a hellish world their “free”,
They only eat and drink, dreaming to be.

Total lies drive fools to fight and work.
Tasks are simple — the slime will smirk:
It builds a Camp; the rotten show,
How low the freaks for “happiness” go.
Decay and madness reach extreme,
The world oppressed with cunning scheme.

Once you were a grip, young and bold,
Now degenerate — the price of sold.
For the beasts this world’s a game to play:
More fools they bend, and all obey.
All that’s left is swearing in rage,
If in lies you didn’t lose your stage
Among vile creatures, hand in hand,
Leading the world to the Reckoning’s land:

A pyramid of filth through darkness flies,
The media churns its blackened lies.
“Everything’s fine!” — again the knave believes,
Servant to Evil, blind who deceives.

Remain, though not young, a grip, a spark,
Seek in the dark the Light — not the mark
Of turning into filth, the world’s own rod.
Find it, and rise to Other Spheres, unflawed,
Beyond lies and Lucifer’s sly traps.
Inside all Light — outside, just scraps.
First shout to Hell: “NO!!!” —
The ONE path revealed:
Through the real, the Light will guide your trail.

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No Longer Young

Once you gripped the world, young and bold,
Now swearing sharp, your fire cold.
Through gullibility and meek compliance,
You fell to slavery, ruled by defiance.

The world decays, its spirit crushed,
Fools obey, their minds all hushed.
Sellouts and lies bend all to scheme,
Madness spreads, the herd’s extreme.

Remain a grip, though youth has fled,
Seek Light in darkness, lift your head.
Shout to Hell: “NO!!!” — the path is clear,
Through the real, the Light draws near.

Inside all Light — outside, the mess,
Beyond lies, beyond Lucifer’s chess.

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No Longer Young

Grip once held — now youth has fled.
Swear, resist — don’t bow to dread.
The world lies, fools obey,
Yet Light exists beyond decay.

Shout to Hell: “NO!!!” — break the chain,
Beyond lies, beyond Lucifer’s reign.
Inside all Light — outside, the mess,
Seek the path where Truth coalesces.

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No Longer Young

Grip once held — youth not yet lost.
Shout to Hell: break the chains, defrost.
Light remains inside the soul,
Beyond lies, beyond the whole.

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No Longer Young

Grip once held — youth strikes again!
Shout to Hell! Break every chain!
Light inside, unbowed, untamed,
Beyond all lies, the world reclaimed!

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No Longer Young

Grip once held — now rise and strike!
Shout to Hell! Break every spike!
Light inside, unbroken, pure,
Beyond all lies, your soul’s secure.
Chains may bind, the herd may fall,
Yet beyond darkness — the Light calls all.

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No Longer Young

Grip once held — now rise, ignite!
Shout to Hell! Defy the night!
Chains may tighten, fools obey,
But Light within will show the way.

The world may rot, the herd may kneel,
Yet souls endure, and hearts can feel.
Beyond all lies, beyond the thrall,
The Source remains — it outlasts all.

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No Longer Young

Grip once held — rise and ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break every chain!
Light inside — unbowed, alive,
Fools may kneel, yet souls survive.
Beyond all lies — the Source will thrive!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout! Break! Resist!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains fall! Lies break! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout! Break! Resist!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Darkness bends! Shadows fall!
Through the real, the Light calls all!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break every chain!
Light inside — unbowed, alive!
Fools may kneel, yet souls survive!
Beyond all lies — the Source will thrive!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout to Hell! Break! Resist!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Darkness bends! Shadows fall!
Through the real! The Light calls all!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break all chains!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Fools may kneel — yet souls survive!
Beyond lies — the Source will thrive!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout to Hell! Break! Resist!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Through the real! The Light calls all!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break chains!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Beyond lies — the Source survives!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout! Break! Resist! Repeat!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Beyond lies — the Source endures!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout! Break! Resist! Repeat!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Through the real! The Light calls all!

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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout! Break! Resist!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Beyond lies — the Source survives!

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Finding the Path to the Source

Eternal memory of striving for Light,
Futile attempts to change the Hellish World:
No life-force left for movement or fight,
Through fear and lies, your compass is hurled.

Rot, when massed, will crush the mind’s remains,
Fraud reigns everywhere — serving the Beast
Is called “life” while its chaos chains
Souls, turning the mad into mindless feast.

Hard to find free-thinkers amid the filth,
Spirits unspent — the Dark triumphs all.
Obedience and greed dominate the wealth:
Hell’s Exchange trades “success” for soul’s fall.

Eternal memory of striving for Light,
If you are a slave and your home is Hell:
No strength left to resist the night,
False idols devour what reason can tell.

Among the mass of filth, the real is the One:
All else is virtual, shadows in the mist.
Main traits: Resistance, Critical Thought, undone
If you bow and trust Evil, you cease to exist.

Centered, the Spirit strengthens the mind,
Through introspection a fine thread is spun.
To the Light you will find the path, refined,
To truly Be — not rot — when the journey’s done.

The striving for Light lives in the rare,
Efforts are not wasted: the Source will be reached.
Darkness will fade — its power impaired,
The era of genocide, of fascism, has ceased.

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Finding the Path

Eternal memory — strive for Light!
Futile moves to change the Hellish Night.
Life-force spent, the compass lost,
Through fear and lies, the mind is tossed.

Massed rot crushes reason’s thread,
Fraud serves the Beast; the living are dead.
Souls enslaved, mad turned to mindless flock,
Obedience rules, while greed mocks the clock.

Among the filth, the rare stand free,
Critical thought, Resistance — the key.
Bow to Evil, and you cease to Be,
Centered Spirit spins the path to the Sea.

Through introspection, the Light is found,
To truly live, not rot in bound.
The Source awaits, the Dark will fade,
The age of lies and tyranny decayed.

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Finding the Path

Strive for Light — eternal, fierce!
Futile Hell resists, yet hearts pierce.
Life-force spent, through lies and fear,
Mind lost, the compass unclear.

Amid the filth, the rare remain,
Critical thought resists the chain.
Centered Spirit finds the thread,
To Be, not rot — the Source ahead.

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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Hell resists! Break! Resist!
Life spent! Lies fall! Fear fades!
Compass lost? Spirit prevails!

Amid the filth, the rare stand free!
Critical thought! Resistance key!
Thread of Light! Centered Mind!
To Be, not rot — the Source you find!

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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Break the lies! Resist the night!
Life spent — yet Spirit survives!
Critical thought — the rare arise!
To Be, not rot — the Source survives!

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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Break the lies! Resist the night!
Spirit alive! Unbowed, alive!
Beyond all rot — the Source survives!

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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Break! Resist! Strike the night!
Spirit alive! Unbowed! Unchained!
Lies crumble! Fear fades! Fools kneel!
Thread of Light! Centered Mind!
To Be! Not rot! The Source prevails!

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Cavernous Idiocy of False Religions and Other Elements of the World Prison

Here lies the cave of “faith.”
At the entrance — a Chimera.
At the exit — Nonsense.
The surplus of Souls
Is its aim, luring
With promises of “Paradise”
And “eternal life”
Into the Reason’s pyre,
Sized to a petty world.

Its vast floor —
A basement for the prison.
The foundation — minds
Oppressed by false science.
Mercenary bitches
Serve Evil —
Guarding. The donkey
Frightens through Lies,
Driving Spirit away —
The media forms a wall.

From top to bottom
Control belongs to the BEAST.
Much rot dwells
In the Construction of Hell,
Yet the scum endure Evil,
Though a slight push
Sweeps away the Vile Nonsense.

Rotten minds —
Cement of the Prison.
The swamp within the “faith” cave —
From doors, gaps, vents
The rot and suffocation crawl,
Devouring Souls,
Multiplying in the walls.

Change is coming —
Salvation from captivity.
Cataclysm will sweep
The Prison and Fascism away.
Rotten minds —
To the Hell of the New Prison.
To Spiritual Spheres —
Those who burned ALL Chimeras.

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Cave of Faith

Here lies the cave of “faith,”
Entrance — Chimera, exit — wraith.
Souls enticed by false delight,
Promised Paradise, eternal light.

Rot fills the walls, the minds enslave,
False science builds the prison’s grave.
Mercenaries guard, lies spread wide,
Media walls, Spirit denied.

Rotten minds — the cement of chains,
Swamp of faith feeds the endless pains.
Through gaps and vents, the poison crawls,
Devouring Souls, multiplying walls.

Change approaches — salvation nears,
Cataclysm sweeps away the fears.
Rotten minds — Hell of the new,
To Spiritual Spheres — the rare and true.

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Cave of Faith

Faith’s cave — entrance Chimera, exit Nonsense!
Souls lured by lies, trapped in false pretense.
Rot fills walls, minds chained and sold,
False science rules, Evil guards uphold.

Through gaps and vents, corruption crawls,
Devouring Souls, multiplying walls.
Change approaches — Cataclysm near,
Those who burned Chimeras ascend clear!

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Cave of Faith

Faith’s cave — Chimera at the gate!
Souls trapped in lies, consumed by fate.
Rot spreads, minds chained, Evil reigns!
Through the walls, corruption crawls,
Those who burn Chimeras ascend the Source!

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Cave of Faith

Chimera at the gate! Lies trap the Soul!
Rot spreads, minds chained, Evil takes control!
Corruption crawls through walls and air!
Burn Chimeras — ascend the Source, beware!

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Cave of Faith

Strive! Fight! Break the Lies!
Chimera falls! Spirit flies!
Rot spreads, minds chained!
Corruption crawls, walls stained!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Cave of Faith

Chimera at the gate! Lies trap the Soul!
Rot spreads, minds chained, Evil takes control!
Corruption crawls through walls and air!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark will tear!

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Cave of Faith

Strive! Fight! Break the Lies!
Chimera falls! Spirit flies!
Rot spreads, minds chained!
Corruption crawls, walls stained!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Cave of Faith

Chimera at the gate! Lies ensnare!
Rot spreads, minds chained! Evil everywhere!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Procrustean Bed

"It’s sad when the spine straightens only on the cross."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec

The back is bent — on the cross
Today, few straighten it.
There’s a Bed, in tawdry gloss,
Its name forgotten, bit by bit.

Called a “necessary evil”
Or “foundation of order.”
But the goat’s slow decay, the feeble,
Is “Progress” in this Fascist border.

Yet the spine is broken,
Once bent but whole before:
Goat’s upright walk is token
Only after the Bed — in chains, and more.

Total Lies: ensnaring all,
Turn the world into a pen.
The goat in Ignorance — “success,”
Money hides the filth within.

The shepherd scares the herd,
Fear for the sheep like yeast in dung.
Even the “stout” are bent and stirred —
For the Bed, fresh blood is never enough.

The Pen almost ready — CowID
Made a great leap ahead.
But the goats will hear: “Planned path
Leads to success — the Past is Dead!”

They’ll enter the Pen, upright walk
Praised as Apogee.
There they’ll crawl on their knees
Under the weight of threats and fear.

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Procrustean Bed

The back is bent, few straighten now,
On the cross, the spine must bow.
A tawdry Bed, its name forgot,
Called “necessary evil,” twisted plot.

Goat decays in Fascist mirth,
“Progress” praised on this cursed earth.
The spine once whole, now broken lies,
Chains hold upright the goat’s disguise.

Total Lies ensnare the all,
Turn the world into a pened thrall.
Shepherds scare, the herd obeys,
Fear feeds the Bed, fresh blood stays.

CowID made the great leap far,
Yet goats are told, “Follow the star!”
Into the Pen they crawl and kneel,
Under threats, their terror real.

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Procrustean Bed

The back is bent, the spine enslaved!
Few straighten now — the herd misbehaved.
Total Lies ensnare, the world a pen,
Goats crawl blind, fear binds them again.

Shepherds rule, the Bed devours,
Chains hold upright the goat’s false powers.
Burn the illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Procrustean Bed

The back is bent! The spine enslaved!
Total Lies bind all, the world a pen.
Goats crawl blind! Fear reigns!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Procrustean Bed

Back bent! Spine enslaved!
Lies bind all! Fear raves!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Procrustean Bed

Strive! Fight! Break the Lies!
Back bends! Fear flies!
Rot spreads, minds chained!
Corruption crawls, walls stained!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Wounded Bird

A wounded bird
No longer strives for height —
A human’s shadow.
Folly, Trash — a snare;
And in the Soul a gap —
The peasant’s preference:
Fathers, mothers teach
To dodge all drama —
In flight you’ll crash;
You’ll fare far better
As a pedestrian…
Amid the freaks —
Walking lunatics!
Darkness finds amusement
Until the end of ages:
Chickens they became —
The Liars prevailed.
Height is no folly, but
“A thing to gain,”
“Peaceful happiness” —
A sickness of the mind:
For the CREATURES, better
The sick self goes into stew.
Now the Dining-world —
Height nearly gone
From minds and souls:
Chickens only crave to eat,
Dreaming
They’ll reach paradise
On foot. Only to Hell,
If on foot… and a fool.

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Wounded Bird

Wounded bird, no flight!
Folly reigns, souls torn.
Chickens dream of heaven —
Only Hell awaits the fool!

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Wounded Bird

Wounded bird! No flight!
Folly reigns! Souls fight!
Chickens crawl, dreams fade!
Darkness laughs, fears made!
Burn illusions! Rise above!
The Source prevails — truth, not shove!

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Wounded Bird

Wounded bird! Flight denied!
Folly reigns! Souls defied!
Burn illusions! Rise above!
The Source prevails — the Dark must move!

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Revision of False Science

Falsehood spreads, minds enslaved!
Corruption reigns, the herd misbehaves!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Not for Young Graspers

The youth is gone! The fool remains!
Slaves bow down, the herd complains!
Burn lies! Rise through the pain!
The Source prevails — the Dark must wane!

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Finding the Way to the Source

Paths are blocked, the mind confused!
Light within, yet the world abused!
Follow the thread! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!

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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — I scorn.
Much older — I welcome:
Running, talks, aspirations.
The smart are few — decay spreads.
The sensitive — even fewer; all deem
Home to be Hell — stumbling in Lies.
Few will understand
With time — they’ll awaken!
And within themselves will find the answers,
Sifting through heaps of nonsense,
Few among the few —
The world in darkness, fallen
Before Evil. And it’s no goat
To bear — pure Sodom:
CREATURES make fools
Of gullible idiots
Through fear, Lies, and labor.

Youth — nowhere to flee,
To reckon with Hell:
Every cog is needed
For the “development” of the “country.”
Luck is distant,
If you didn’t become a submissive liar:
The “mafia” made you prime —
The “changes” arrived.
Through mind, I grasped the System —
Even touched contraband,
And almost paid with life.
Yet these themes fade —
Now the theme is “world of idiots —
Reflected in verse.”
And I smash the vile dust!
I once poured blood into lines:
Poison — nothing new.
Diluting words with TNT —
That’s now the charm!
Ah, to explode faster —
Death, if into Light, is dearer.
Explosion: brief, yet assured
A flash of Light — Hell is not eternal.
Light is pricier, even a moment,
Than pseudo-lives chained in Darkness.

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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — I scorn!
Much older — I welcome, torn.
Few are wise — decay spreads wide,
Few are sensitive — Darkness hides.

Fools stumble in Lies, blind and chained,
The world bows low, Evil reigned.
CREATURES shape idiots through fear,
Through Lies, through labor, submission near.

Youth has nowhere to flee,
Cogs are needed for tyranny.
Luck is distant, the mafia prime,
Changes arrive in perfect time.

I grasped the System, saw the scheme,
Words like TNT ignite the dream.
Explosion flashes — Hell won’t last,
Light prevails — chains break fast.

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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — all scorned!
Few are wise, most torn.
Fools stumble, Darkness reigns,
Chains and Lies, the world drains.

CREATURES shape the fearful herd,
Words like TNT ignite the absurd.
Flash of Light! Hell won’t last,
Chains break — the Dark is past!

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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — scorned and torn!
Fools stumble, Darkness sworn!
Flash of Light! Chains break fast!
The Dark falls — the Source will last!

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