5 poems

“Diagnostic” Terror

“Diagnostic” terror — schemes at play:
Invent new “illnesses” each season,
Fake tests, fake verdicts dressed as law,
The test itself becomes the reason.

Deadlier than bullets, TNT —
They kill in silence, clean, discreet,
No blowback feared if fools believe
The pseudo-science filth they eat.

Their tales grow darker year by year,
The net expands, the noose gets tighter.
A “false virus” costs more each round —
It kills the mind, and bodies later.

Some die outright. More lose their sense.
A “two-in-one” world, worse than hell.
A fascist creep now runs the show —
That free “brew” isn’t free as well.

All else is paid — but rotten sludge
Is sold as cure to vacant heads.
How many psychic strikes await?
What new “plagues” are these ghouls to spread?

They’re always ready — laughing loud.
“Walrus herpes” — brand-new dread.
It’ll kill the idiots, unless
They “vaccinate” themselves with poison instead.



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“Diagnostic” Terror

“Diagnostic” terror — name a scare,
Forge new diseases out of air.
Fake tests condemn you on the spot —
The test is law. The verdict: rot.

Deadlier far than bomb or round,
They kill in silence, safe and sound.
No backlash if the fools comply,
Swallowing lies they’re fed to buy.

Each year the horror scales up more,
The net expands, the mind is torn.
A “virus” fake — yet priced like gold:
It kills the brain before the soul.

Some drop dead. More are turned to sludge.
A two-in-one hell — fear and grudge.
A fascist creep now rules the game,
That free “brew” poisons all the same.

All else is sold. The slime is free —
A cure for mass stupidity.
How many mind-wars queued to land?
What “plague” is next on their command?

They’re always set. They laugh it through.
“Walrus herpes” — horror new.
It’ll wipe the idiots clean and neat,
Unless they shoot up poison to “stay disease-free”.




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Fake plagues, fake tests — the verdict sealed.
They kill your mind, then call it “healed”.
Fear is the drug, the cure is rot.
Obey — or die. That’s all they’ve got.



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The Global Madhouse

Let’s crank the Madhouse worldwide —
More LIES. Full blast. No holding back.
The people turn all sweet outside,
Inside — pure lunatic, pure hack.

There’s “terror-isms”, fake disease,
Cows “fart” CO; to doom us all.
So much they spew — it’s healthier
To eat the worms. It’s bullshit, wall to wall.

The dumb herd wants just shows and slop,
Fast-food “meals” and TV lies.
From zombie-boxes — nonstop rot.
They weaken, rot, decay, and die.

Through poisoned shots it’s easy then
To spark up wars, starvation, death:
Just triple down on filthy lies —
The two-legged trash will eat the mess.

Jam chips into the idiots’ heads,
Wrap them in total surveillance tight.
Inject deranged mythologies —
Erase the last remaining light.

And make the Madhouse into CAMP:
A crematorium, Red Cross sign.
Above it all. Now fully tamed,
The morons wait. We stage the CRIME.



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The Global Madhouse

More lies. Full blast. Worldwide ward.
Smile outside — inside deranged.
Fake plagues. Fake threats. Fake overlords.
The herd obeys. The mind estranged.

CO; cows. Worms for food.
TV drool replaces thought.
Fast-food faith. A zombied brood —
They rot on cue. They’re cheaply bought.

Poison shots. Surveillance tight.
Chips, myths — erase the core.
Camp-Madhouse. Red Cross sign in sight.
Cremation hums. Control is law.