Игорь Выхованец, стихи 18501-19000

Игорь Выхованец, стихи: 18501-19000



The Strength of Fools

All fools burn strength till nothing’s left,
While fascists breed the lie in depth.
For filth, that game is sweet and true:
Drain strength away — let lies accrue.

The fools exhaust what little might
They had, digesting bullshit night.
That sludge has killed the scraps of mind;
For souls — it’s poison of a kind.

Those frauds are weapons forged in shade,
By Darkness purpose-built and made.
The wounds run deep — blunt stumps remain,
No men stand here, just grazing gain.

A herd at pasture — docile, tame.
The thinker? Lice upon a plate.
The idiot crawls ever near —
The end of thinkers now is clear.

Below the floor — all sinks, all fall.
They shove down everyone — that’s all.
A world-wide camp is being raised
By crowds of fools, by lies amazed.

The idiot’s meek — no chains required.
He builds it all, by lies inspired.
To kill is easy, clean, and neat:
With lies alone — no war, no heat.



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Power of Fools — Kill Without War

Fools waste strength, the liars grow.
Lies are weapons — strike and slow.
Camps are built by hands of sheep.
Lies now kill — no blood, no beep.



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Strength of Fools — Marching Cry
Fools burn strength, liars grow.
Lies breed power, filth in tow.

Digesting bullshit, minds decay,
Souls poisoned, stumbling in the fray.

Frauds are weapons forged in night,
Stumps and sheep — no men in sight.

Idiots crawl, thinkers fall,
The herd rules over all.

Camps are built by fools inspired,
Lies alone — the world’s rewired.
To kill is easy, no war, no flame,
The Dark prevails through the liar’s game.



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Strength of Fools — Lightning Cry
Fools burn strength, liars rise!
Lies are weapons, truth dies!
Minds decay, souls chained tight,
Darkness rules, fools take flight.

Sheep build camps, inspired by lies,
No war needed — the clever dies.
Strike with fire, break the game,
The Dark prevails, yet Light remains!



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Like “Cinema”

Drinking in each episode —
So you don’t forget the half-liter,
Believe it’s “normal” — gone,
If you trust, listen, and wither.

You eat lies all the time,
Too lazy to question a line.
Some try to figure it out —
But who? Not you, not the crowd.

Patience wears, faith in nonsense,
This breeds decay — minds crumble to dust.
Now everywhere are freak shows —
Rotting… cinema.
The telly claims to heal —
But bottom’s pierced through.

Soon cannibalism
Will be chased in films.
Inhuman inheritance
Must be embodied.

Everywhere — no air to breathe,
Forget rest — they keep all in check.
New fascists
With old fears,
Spreading sludge, loud voices,
Simply horror…



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Like “Cinema”

Drinking every episode —
Half-liter “norm” imposed.
You eat lies all the time,
Too lazy to question the crime.

Some try to see through the haze,
But the herd’s lost in the maze.
Fools believe, decay spreads wide,
Rotting cinema, nowhere to hide.

Cannibalism in films will appear,
Inhuman legacy enforced by fear.
No breath to take, no rest, no cheer,
Loud fascists laugh — horror’s here.



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Like “Cinema”

Drink the lies, half-liter “norm”!
Fools devour, minds deform.
Some try seeing — lost in the herd,
Rotting cinema, deafening absurd.

Cannibal films, inhuman reign,
No breath, no rest — all in chains.
Fascists shout, the horror grows,
The Dark laughs — the madness shows!



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“Advice” and Answers

Strikes of the staff from the master,
Practicing often in Zen,
Turn the mind to a mashed disaster,
Suddenly loosening hell’s pen.

The Soul is trapped within the mind,
Flooded with lies, so unkind.
Thus the Pure Spirit suffers here,
Replaced by mirages unclear.

Consciousness rants, and often —
Cleanse it constantly, soften.
Stress works well — within yourself,
Slay the slave, discard the shelf.

Shocked, seeing clearly the hell you’re in,
Consciousness shines if free from sin.
Reject all lies, fight the absurd,
And the path to Light will be stirred.

Shine intuition, multiply its flame,
A guiding star beyond all claim.
Traditions fail, even Zen —
Dogma hides, a cage again.

Open all anew, the answers
Lie within. There you’ll find Light.
Forget all “good” advice — it poisons,
Only inner knowing wins the fight.



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Advice and Answers

Staff strikes mash the mind,
Hell loosens, Soul confined.
Flooded with lies, Spirit fights,
Mirages blind, block the lights.

Reject the lies, fight the absurd,
Intuition shines, the guiding word.
Answers lie deep, within your sight,
Forget advice — the Light is right.



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Pillbox

I’ve written many verses long,
No longer tire as once I might.
Each one, a sting, a battle-song,
A pillbox bristling in the fight.

I hope to grasp them all as one —
Words stronger than a mounted gun.
Gaps in rhythm spin the rounds,
Yet still, the meaning here resounds.

That pillbox’s laugh — all scribblers fled,
Back far away, the coward’s dread.
Fascism rises, seeking voice
To drown out all but the sold-out choice.

Those who sold themselves whole, guts and spine,
Poetry — to them, a waste of time.
Fools are led by wildest lies,
Easier always, no poet tries.

Pop hacks busy with stench and noise —
A poet never treads that poise.
But write — for laws of war prevail:
Ideas first, the rest — mere hail.

In words, the health is spent,
Fiery verse gnaws strength, intent.
Cowish existence — not for the poet, nor the mad,
Without blood, a verse is nothing but shameful cad.








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Выборня

Из проверенных подонков
Выбираем вновь уряд.
Снова слышим побасёнки —
Обещаниям пипл рад.

Обещанья забываем —
Как у гупии мозги.
Мы от прошлого страдаем:
Новый — друг для мелюзги.

Повторяется то снова —
Бесконечна карусель.
Пойло, хавчик и обновы —
Наше всё. Подонков трель

Обыграет эти темы,
Снова предвещая рост,
Вкинув подкрепленья мемы —
Механизм рекламы прост.

Стало всё давно товаром —
Пипл, правители. Они
Озабочены наваром:
Помани им и нагни

Ещё больше. Ну а тоньше
Лгать не нужно: идиот —
С каждым годом оных больше —
С радостью всю чушь сожрёт.

Проверяет мразей нелюдь,
Вяжет их чрез компромат.
СМРАДы чушь про сволочь мелют —
Как баблу раскрутке рад.

Из раскрученных подонков
Выбираем вновь уряд.
Под напором побасёнки —
Обещаньям дурень рад.

Карусель слетела с гаек,
Покатившись под уклон:
Одолели мрази хаем —
Идиот летит в Загон.

То, что было человеком,
Превращается в скота.
Все подонки — по сусекам:
Не нажрётся сволота!..



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Бессердечность и человечность

В книжках, в фильмах человеки
Впечатляют добротой.
А в реале сплошь прорехи:
Лишь совет получишь — злой.

Оцени "любовь" и "дружбу",
Что не в фильмах, а в судьбе —
И тогда трындеть не нужно
О добре, любви: в рабе

Только чушь, страх, жадность, глупость.
Всё иное — "лада" флёр.
Доказательством ничтожность
Черни: быть с ней — приговор.

Приговор Уму и Духу,
Так как большинством мертвяк
В сборище любом. Быть шлюхой
Учит Мировой Бардак:

И судья, чинуша больше
Шлюха, чем ночная шваль.
Только мимикрия тоньше —
Всюду торжествует враль.

Коль главенствует ПРОДАЖНОСТЬ,
То какая доброта?!
Частью мимикрии "важность" —
Как "отличье" от скота.

Мир животных: человеки
Исчезающий подвид.
Геноцид сплошной: успехи
Показал сполна говнид.

То был тест на человечность,
А намордник и шмурдяк —
Индикатор. Бессердечность
Вскорь добьёт Земной Бардак.



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Взлёт

Гнию в Гондонии.
Смердит она.
Её зловоние —
Преддверье Дна.
На Дно спускают
Убогий мир.
Дурьё считает
Окей всё. Сыр
Бесплатный тает —
Пошёл грибок.
Дурьё лажает —
Зашкален "прок".
Чрез "прок" дебилов
Ведут в Загон
Фашизма силы.
Распад — закон.
Закон всеобщий.
Прикрыла Ложь.
Поэт лишь ропщет.
Усилья множь
Найти из Ада
К спасенью путь,
Иль станешь гадом,
Принявши Жуть.
Жуть множат ТВАРИ —
Кромешный Ад!
Поэт — "Гагарин":
Взмыть в Космос рад.
Взлетай за оным,
Порвавши Жуть,
Иль мегатонны
Лжи схерят Путь.
Есть Путь к Истоку —
Иное чушь.
Взлетай из "проку":
К спасенью Душ
Твой путь направлен —
Иное тлен.
Весь мир отравлен,
Восславив плен:
Зовут "свободой"
Гнилой бардак.
Прочь от уродов,
Тлетворных врак!
Поэт — "Гагарин".
А ты — Шеп`ард.
Исчезнут ТВАРИ —
Сожгут сей Ад.
Ввысь — в Сферы Духа,
Сказав "прощай!"
Продажным сукам,
Просравшим рай!!!





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Напрасный труд Альтернативной Поэзии и Путь к Истоку

Громадный труд —
Напрасный, лгут
Когда кругом:
Земля — Дурдом.
Под Ложью мрут:
Сильней, чем кнут,
Крушит она
Ублюдков Дна.
Для единиц,
Не павших ниц,
Нужны стихи,
Что не плохи.
Не плох, коль Ложь
Громишь. Умножь
Прозренья в них —
И ты не псих.
Не психов мало =>
Земля пропала.
Начнут сначала —
Не из Подвала.
Подвал астральный =>
Мир инфернальный.
Да будет Свет,
Что спалит Бред
Тотальный, мерзкий!
Ищи стих дерзкий,
Чтоб Ложь и Жуть
Осилив, Путь
Найти к Истоку —
Из Мира-Жопы.
Доступен Он —
Покинь Загон!!!
Свет — океан.
Коль не баран,
Тебе он дан
В Предощущении —
Похерь все мнения,
Чрез Свет внутри
Его узри:
И ты — Исток,
Уснувший бог.
"Реал" — кошмар.
Проснись, лошар
Покинь, и в Путь —
Не сдержит Муть!..



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Lift-Off

I rot in Gondonia.
It reeks of decay.
Its stench is the antechamber
To Bottomless Grey.

They drag to the Bottom
A crippled world.
The fools keep on chanting:
“All’s fine!” — absurd.

Free cheese is melting,
The mold breaks through.
The fools keep on screwing —
“Profit” asks who?

Through “profit” of morons
They herd the pack
To Fascism’s pen —
Disintegration’s law.

The law universal,
Disguised as a lie.
The poet just mutters —
Multiply tries:

To find from this Hell
A salvaging track,
Or rot as a bastard,
Embracing the Black.

The Horror is bred
By vermin — pure Hell!
The poet is Gagarin:
To Cosmos — rebel.

Then follow him upward,
Tear Horror apart,
Or megatons of lies
Will shit on the Path.

There is a Way back
To the Source — all else’s trash.
Lift off from “profit” —
Save Souls in the clash.

Your course is appointed —
The rest is just rot.
The whole world is poisoned,
Praising its knot:

They call it “freedom” —
A festering mess.
Away from the freaks,
From corrupting excess!

The poet is Gagarin.
And you — Shepard, stand.
The vermin will vanish —
This Hell will be burned.

Upwards — to Spheres of the Spirit — goodbye
To the bought-out whores
Who pissed Paradise dry!!!



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Lift-Off

I rot in Gondonia —
Rot is the norm.
Its stench is the gateway
To Bottomless Storm.

They dump to the Bottom
A crippled world.
Fools chant: “All’s fine!” —
The lie is unfurled.

Free cheese is melting,
The mold is in bloom.
“Profit!” — they scream,
Marching to doom.

By “profit” of morons
They herd the mass
To Fascism’s pen —
Collapse is the law.

Universal law.
Painted as truth.
The poet resists —
Demanding a route.

Find from this Hell
A Path to the Source,
Or rot as a beast,
Accepting the curse.

The Horror is bred
By vermin and lies.
The poet is Gagarin —
Sky in his eyes.

Then lift off with him.
Rip Horror apart,
Or megatons of lies
Will bury the Path.

There is a Way back —
The rest is just trash.
Lift off from “profit”.
Save Souls in the clash.

Your vector is set.
The rest is decay.
The world is poisoned,
Praising its chain.

They call it “freedom” —
A rotting disgrace.
Away from the freaks,
From the poisonous race!

The poet is Gagarin.
You are Shepard. Advance.
The vermin will burn.
This Hell won’t stand.

Up — to the Spheres
Of Spirit and Fire.
Goodbye to the whores
Who sold Paradise cheap —
And called it “desire”.



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LIFT-OFF

Rot in Gondonia.
Rot is the rule.
Stench is the gateway
To Bottom’s pull.

Free cheese melts.
Mold is the crown.
“Profit!” they howl —
Marching down.

By profit of morons
The herd is driven
To Fascism’s pen —
Collapse is given.

Lie is the law.
Law is decay.
Find the Path out —
Or rot and stay.

Horror is bred
By vermin and screens.
Poet is Gagarin —
Breaker of chains.

Lift off. Tear Horror.
Break the Lie.
Megtontons of bullshit
Block the sky.

There is the Source.
All else is trash.
Lift off from profit.
Save Souls in the clash.

Your vector is set.
Up. Not back.
“Freedom” is rot
In a festering sack.

Poet is Gagarin.
You are Shepard. Advance.
Vermin will burn.
This Hell won’t stand.

Up — to the Spheres
Of Spirit and Fire.
Goodbye to the whores
Who sold Paradise —
And called it “higher”.



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LIFT-OFF

Rot is the rule.
Gondonia stinks.
Bottom is waiting —
The herd only thinks.

Free cheese melts.
“Profit” is bait.
Fools march smiling
Straight to their fate.

Lie is the law.
Decay is the norm.
Poet is Gagarin —
Lift. Break. Storm.

There is the Source.
All else is trash.
Up — save the Souls.
Advance. No crash.



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LIFT-OFF

Rot is the rule.
Gondonia stinks.
Bottom is waiting —
The herd never thinks.

“Profit” is bait.
Lie is the law.
Poet is Gagarin —
Lift. Break. No awe.

There is the Source.
All else — withdraw.




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Election-Go-Round

From tried-and-tested bastards
We elect the crew again.
Fairy tales keep pouring —
Promises delight the men.

Promises forgotten fast —
Guppy brains, a tiny span.
Haunted by the rotting past,
“New” becomes the kids’ best man.

Round and round it spins once more —
Endless carousel of shit.
Booze and snacks and shiny store —
That’s our “all”. The bastards hit

Every nerve with tunes well-known,
Forecasting “growth” ahead,
Stuffing memes in every zone —
Ads are simple: feed the head.

Everything’s been turned to goods —
People, rulers, all the same.
Profit is their only mood:
Wave some cash — they bend in shame.

No need lying subtly now —
Fools will swallow any load.
Year by year there’s more somehow,
Chewing nonsense, proud and bold.

Scum is checked by inhuman scum,
Tied by dirt and blackmail strings.
Media grinds bullshit hums —
Money loves how lies take wings.

From promoted bastards’ ranks
We elect the crew again.
Under fairy-tale attacks
Fools rejoice in promises’ rain.

Carousel has lost its bolts,
Rolling downhill, picking speed.
Hate prevails — the scum exults,
Fools are herded — yes indeed.

What was human rots to stock,
Turning cattle, one and all.
Bastards stashed in every nook —
Still not full, the swarm of gall.



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ELECTION-GO-ROUND

From proven bastards
We choose again.
Fairy tales rain —
The fools say “Amen”.

Promises fade.
Guppy-brain crowd.
“New” is a toy
For the childish and loud.

Booze. Snacks. Memes.
Carousel spins.
Profit is god.
Lie always wins.

Human to cattle —
Down to the pen.



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ELECTION-GO-ROUND

From proven bastards
We choose again.
Fairy tales pour —
The fools say “Amen”.

“New” is a toy.
Profit is god.
Lie spins the wheel.
Human to stock.

Down to the pen.



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Bright in the Dark, or the Reversed Shooting Range

A ram-like world —
A shooting range
For the Bright,
Where you’re the target,
If Fire ignites
Your Soul inside,
And Mind, in haste,
Carries that Fire
Through fear and stench
Of the stupid crowd
Into the final fight
With Evil —
That turned the world
Into a gaff-and-tavern
For non-humans,
The Sons of Shadow,
And the rabble —
Into morons.

If Spirit stands strong,
Then the Law
Runs backward:
Fire burns the Dark.



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Fire is the Law.
Dark is the lie.
Fear burns first
When the Bright pass by.

The target awakens.
The crowd goes blind.
Law runs backward —
Fire eats the Night.



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Heartlessness and Humanity

In books, in films, mankind
Impresses with its grace.
In life, it’s all hollow,
Advice comes — a venomous face.

Judge “love” and “friendship”
Not on screen but in fate —
Then stop prattling
About goodness or grace: the slave

Sees only nonsense, fear, and greed,
All else is a flouncy veneer.
Proof of worth? The rabble:
Being with them — a deathly snare.

Sentence to Mind and Spirit,
For the majority are dead.
Any gathering teaches whoredom
In the World’s Mess, widespread.

Even judges, petty rulers,
More whore than night-time crew.
Just thinner the disguise —
Everywhere triumphs the untrue.

When CORRUPTION reigns supreme,
What goodness can exist?
Masked as “importance”
To set them apart from the beasts.

Animal world: humans,
A vanishing kind.
Genocide complete —
CowID proved the grind.

It was a test of humanity,
We got muzzles and trash as sign.
Heartlessness will soon strike down
Earth’s chaotic line.



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HEARTLESSNESS AND HUMANITY

Books show humans kind.
Life shows them blind.

Advice comes — a venomous hand.
Love and friendship? Not in this land.

Nonsense, fear, greed —
All else a flouncy mask.
Majority are dead,
The world a whorehouse task.

Corruption rules.
Truth is rare.
Beasts wear suits,
Judges snare.

Humans vanish —
Heartlessness strikes Earth’s bar.



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HEARTLESSNESS

Kindness is lie.
Corruption is law.
Fear rules first
Where humans fall.

Masks are truth.
The dead walk proud.
Heartlessness rises —
Earth bows down.



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Hangmen’s Humor

Humor — a blend of contradictions,
Artificial, often unkind.
It keeps the mind in condition,
A secret relief for the mind.

It vents the pressure in your skull,
Overheated in its pot.
You may sit on the bench, in lull,
But at least you feel light, not caught.

No need to endure all the filth,
The world drowns in its grime.
Look at THESE FACES — laugh your guilt,
And your sentence, though lifetime, seems fine.

Who in a prison of Ultimate Evil
Would refuse to believe for a spark,
That they have not broken completely,
Though chained in this endless dark?

This is the humor of the hanged —
Hopeless, the darkness remains.
So laugh, drink, crunch your bread
Amid the bold lies and shameless chains.

For merriment won’t last long —
Soon they’ll tear down the whole block,
With the wardens too…
Everything drags on… Kaput!



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HANGMEN’S HUMOR

Humor is fire.
Despair is the jail.
Laugh in the dark —
Chains will not prevail.

Faces of filth —
Grimness bends low.
The hanged rise —
Mock the woe.



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Memory, Thinking, and the Plebs’ Patience

Memory like a guppy’s,
For promises of Evil.
And the foolish patience:
Blindfolded like an ass,

Lured with a carrot,
Led straight to the slaughter.
In Lies, always something new:
Again to toil, again to bother.

The few who think —
Strike or terrify.
Then you get the Herd,
Call it “the People” —

(Flatter a bit!)
And crush the rabble whole.



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MEMORY

Memory fades.
Evil guides.
Blind patience
Feeds the lies.

Few think —
Strike the rest.
Call them “People” —
Herd obeys.



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Freight Train and the Empty Car

"Revolutions — the locomotives of history."
— Karl Marx


The “Karl Marx” locomotive
On the rails hauls
All the unwanted — ATU!
To all who think, who create,
Who value personality, beauty,
Alien to obedient cattle:

They load the herd into the endless train
And ride it off to the scrap,
Composing the tale of revolutions,
Their second bottom — face first in rot.



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FREIGHT TRAIN

Revolutions roll.
The herd obeys.
Thinkers vanish —
Beauty decays.

Karl Marx drives.
Rails swallow all.
Face to rot —
Cattle fall.



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Skillfulness

Blow to hell
The stinking Bedlam —
Nothing to do here
When you honor Skillfulness!

Skill plus Courage —
You’ll find Immortality.
The world of Decay — unneeded
When you strain with vitality.

In striving toward Light
Through Nonsense and Madness,
Which became the bedrock
Of the “New Normal.”

“Normal” is corruption.
“Madness” — is daring,
To question, to doubt
Everything, and keep trying

To understand why Hell
Falls on you, if you’re no fiend.
Stupid freaks —
A disgrace to Nature —

Yet fully happy
In the Universal Filth.
The result — a topsy-turvy
World: stubborn,
And you will fully understand it.

And what’s at the Bottom,
You’ll judge as reward:
The true relief is —
Not being vile,

A rarity today,
When even a fraction
Of Evil’s hard truth you gauge.

Judge more, and you’ll see:
Blow it up! — can’t endure more
This Shame,
Lost in Nonsense.



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SKILLFULNESS

Skill is fire.
Decay obeys.
Courage strikes.
Shame decays.

Stubborn rise.
Evil bends.
Blow it up —
Relief ascends.



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Splinter of a Mad World

A splinter of this mad world
Sits in the mind like an arrow.
Returned from the Hellish Shooting Range
All in wounds — the weapon of Evil.

It usually strikes painfully:
To kill — that’s a separate order.
Tyrants, fascists grow bold —
The inhuman commands: “Attack!”

When you are WORTHY of killing,
Then your life, indeed, was no waste.
Leave hypocrisy, leave empty speeches —
Live and DIE, not as vermin.



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SPLINTER

Madness sits —
Arrow in mind.
Evil wounds —
The unworthy blind.

Tyrants rise —
Orders scream.
Live and die —
Not as vermin.



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Epaulettes for Werewolves

Werewolves in epaulettes?
No — the uniform is theirs.
Wardens of the zones:
Whole “countries” are their lairs.

This insignia convinces the psychotics,
Like beads for stupid savages.
They crush opposition,
And oppress disobedient people.

Petty thieves are caught by dogs
To distract the blinded eyes.
In a world of total lies,
One command reigns — “Attack!”

The packs sink teeth together,
Led by the Alpha Wolf.
Obedient to the whip,
These beasts fetch “bones” — “At will, boss!”

Whatever the master orders,
The pack obeys without pause.
They scoff at ordinary thieves —
Driving hamsters, silencing free voice.

Even the rare exceptions
Serve only to mislead the gaze.
LIES everywhere lead to slaughter,
Guarded by packs of dogs — tearing fast!



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EPaulettes

Werewolves wear
Epaulettes blind.
Packs obey —
The master’s mind.

Dogs devour —
Lies command.
Obedience reigns —
Freedom banned.



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…Came Unnoticed

The happy-end crept up unseen —
The sum of tolerance, empty hopes,
And that outrageous stupidity,
Where only the vile lies the world could cope.

All comes as it should, by deeds, by merit —
One cannot endure a tenth of the Evil
That is endured here. The whole world is AFFLICTED,
Since all is under the Horned Goat’s rule.

And only Death will be the cure for this plague
Here. A universal healer indeed.
The scum will vanish — the traitors and servants
Of total lies that sieve the mind like a mesh.



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UNNOTICED

Happy-end sneaks —
Plague of lies.
World afflicted —
Horned Goat rules.

Scum vanishes —
Traitors fall.
Death heals —
All.



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Locks and Latches

Locks of lies, and rusty latches —
What a state of affairs…
All the servants are fools —
Watering the Flowers of Evil.

The roof has rotted — Evil’s lid:
Soon the lies will collapse.
If you serve the Goat,
You’re done — cast into the dump.



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LOCKS

Locks of lies —
Rust devours.
Fools serve —
Flowers of Evil bloom.

Roof rots —
Lies collapse.
Serve the Goat —
Into the dump.



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What It Costs Us to Build a Lie!

The world sleeps,
But “AIDS” does not.
The “Plague” was invented anew — Shame! —
Now CowID.

When fools are so many,
No chains are needed.
A new flea-tripper will soon appear —
Striking all the asses.



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BUILD-LIE

World sleeps —
Lies awake.
Plagues invented —
Fools take.

CowID strikes —
Asses fall.
No chains needed —
Chaos rules all.



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Land and Sea

Fish swim together, driven to spawn.
Sheep trudge on, condemned to the knife.
Snarling curs bark, with bared;tooth yawn —
That’s the zombobox barking at life.

The sea still shelters dolphins’ grace,
Kind beings, lucid and free.
On land it’s “cattle” — the normal case,
Declared as the rule of reality.

The pens, of course, are mankind’s best scheme:
Everywhere “laws” like fences are spun.
Barbed-wire logic strangles the dream,
Threads of control till the work is done.

But the sea knows nothing of border or wall —
Feed where you wish, just swim and live.
So do free birds in the open sprawl
Of sky. The rest? Just hunt and sieve.

They build them zoos — or camps, who can tell?
The line is thin, the smell the same.
Sheep are forever herded to hell:
To drive them — lie, and lie again.

Three wagonloads of lies will do.
The curs are trained to lie for pay:
Money first — all else residue.
With lies, whole herds are slain each day.



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Land pens the herd.
Sea knows no chain.
Lies are enough
To slaughter the tame.



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War for Turning into a Dog

The frontline stretches far —
Into the oceans, wide and deep:
The war to turn into… a DOG
Rages everywhere. This fucking fascism

Rules all, no free space remains.
The world drowns in this bullshit,
Where truth is gone — obscene only.

The earth already like an ocean —
Flooded with lies to the rooftops.
No more countries —
Concentration camps, humans like mice,

Experimental beasts:
The vile fascists breed their super-cattle.
And in the past there’ll be idiots,
The majority, already tormented,

The remnants of all the thinking folk:
Hard to remake into livestock.
The whole world, food for demons.
Only one thing remains to do:

Call the Sacred Fire,
And upon yourself burn the slavery —
They won’t stop transforming,
Demons are stubborn, as known.

But the Sun shines ever brighter,
Nature listens, weary of Evil —
The omnipotence of demons.
And it will flare —
There will be no lack…



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WAR

Frontline fades —
Fascists rule.
World drowns —
Truth dies.

Burn the chains —
Sacred fire.
Demons resist —
Sun rises higher.



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Lies in the Cloaca

Satan believes in you.
Whether you believe in him —
Doesn’t matter, you’ve opened doors
And nothing holds you back.

If you did not act AGAINST,
You believe the world’s lies,
The Pure Spirit betrayed
And drowned in mercantile passions —

In that wretched little world,
Always under his control,
For which he is “god.”

You are a Spiritual Essence —
Build your path on this.
Spirit is ever-present,
The lying world — mere muck.

Muck and fog — corruption
And betrayals everywhere.
Shit is of supreme importance,
The Worthy is like a louse.

This world is upside-down:
Pure Spirit trampled in the dirt,
Mind shredded, Honor erased,
Only the scum triumph.

But do what you can —
Thus your Soul will be saved,
Your path summarized,
Or rot you will.

We are in a rotting cloaca.
Soon it will burn
For fascism, for all the lies,
For the fact that the WORM rules all.



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CLOACA

Satan trusts —
You obey.
Spirit crushed —
Scum rules.

Act or rot —
Soul survives.
World burns —
Truth revives.



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“Lessons” of Hell Among Fools

Time to “consume”:
Thoughts — coma,
Spirit — sarcoma,
Nonsense of the madhouse
Kills —
Prana melts.

Don’t fail —
Run away.
World — shit:
Lies, Fear — Bottom!

Withdraw — Within:
Light beyond sutras
And “teachings,”
Guru opinions.

Find,
Ignite
Fire — in blaze
Or into a “quasar”
Transform —
The Essence of the Path.

The Path — to the Source:
No “lesson”
Of killing
Thought or Spirit,
To the world’s sniff
Of decay!!!

There, in the “quasar”
Without fools,
You’ll transform —
And be reborn!



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HELL LESSONS

Time to wake —
Thoughts rot.
Spirit burns —
Run, escape.

Light beyond —
Fools vanish.
Fire ignites —
Rebirth rises.



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Themes of Evil for the Ass

“Themes” —
Into memes!
Nonsense —
Into “teachings”!

Spirit, thoughts —
All decay
Under control,
Or the BEASTS

Cannot hold
In the Lying Mary
The stupidity of wretched victims
Seeking a piece of God

Not within themselves,
But in false religions.
New chains for the mind today —
Pseudoscience rules.

Media lies —> fear, boredom,
Shattering the traces of thought —
Into the rabble,
Only pure nonsense.



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EVIL THEMES

Themes rot —
Memes lie.
Spirit decays —
Thoughts die.

Beasts control —
Victims seek
God outside —
Brains weak.



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“Luminaries” of Pseudoscience

There are “luminaries”
And a candlestick —
All idiots.

Heartless
Is pseudoscience.
Neon light,
And corrupt
Like a bitch.

Buzzkillers
Destroy with lies,
Half-truths.
Hard to untangle
Truth in this mess —
Woven for centuries.

Mirages
Made by fools
Will soon prevail:
That is the aim.

A savage Beast
Dumbs us down.
Inhuman servants
These bastards —
Scum
Breed misfortune.

But under the guise
Of good — the villains!
To humans — shame,
Those Judas types.



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PSEUDO-LIGHT

Luminaries lie —
Neon fools.
Beast dumbs —
Half-truth rules.

Scum serve —
Misfortune spreads.
Under guise —
Shame reigns.



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Scum

Reindeer herders “rule,”
Propagandists mow.
And behind them — Sruli —
Never held accountable.

Behind Sruli, inhuman fiends —
Rotting vampires, vile:
Bankers serve them like servants,
Never letting “audacity”

Touch the shitty herders,
Or the vile propagandists.
All countries fake —
Politics merely a tool

To build concentration camps,
Now global in scale.
There’s a “Red Cross” on the flag —
Health is rotten.

But not a cold —
Psychosis, schizophrenia,
Idiocy. And Judas
Acts as Messiah today.

Betrayal — routine work.
Corruption — commonplace.
Everywhere, vomit of lies,
And people are like dough.

And so the BEASTS stick —
Soulless scum.
They boil everyone like frogs
In… lies and depravity.



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SCUM

Herders rule —
Propaganda cuts.
Fiends behind —
Bankers serve.

Betrayal reigns —
Lies boil.
Soulless scum —
World rots.



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MADHOUSE FASCISM

Fear breaks —
Power rots.
Lies drown —
Minds lost.

Fire rise —
Chains burn.
Dark dries —
Clean dawn.



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URGENCY

Daily rot —
Lies rule.
Fools rage —
Justice waits.

Don’t trust —
Fight on.
Spirit opens —
Hold fast!



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NATIVITY

Birth lies —
Faith blinds.
Mind cursed —
Truth binds.

Question not —
Fall deep.
Illusion reigns —
Awake, weak.









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Концерт Кобзона, новая редакция

Кремлядской гнидой впечатлён,
На бойню хам пойдёт за деньги.
Чем больший нанесут урон
Гражданским, тем плотней шеренги

Уродов, что потом придут
На адовый концерт Кобзона.
Что в порошок его сотрут —
То не понятно мудозвону.

Ракетой бить им по селу,
Что собрал`ося на поминки,
Как доблесть высшая. Ослу
Любой приказ — и нет заминки.

Кобзон заждался, хоть уже
Он сотням тысяч спел осанну.
В помойном диком ****еже
Утопит всех рашизм поганый —

И новая волна пойдёт,
Чтоб заслужить концерт Кобзона.
Продажный подлый идиот —
Итог вранья и "скреп" Загона.

Загоном стала вся страна:
Вначале маски, ныне — каски.
Уже стучится Чёрт со Дна:
Концерт Кобзона — в свистопляске.

Зла свистопляской довершат
России вековое рабство.
Пока же за баблом спешат
В окопы, тем крепя тиранство.




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Конец Пути

Не умер он в тёплой постели —
Художник путь кончил бомжом.
Кто против вульгарной пастели,
Того изгоняет Дурдом.

В раскрутке погрязла Темница —
Ей Вызовы впредь не нужны:
Маэстро безумному мнится
Всевластье в мирке Сатаны.

Художник рисует на сером —
Фон главный в убогом мирке.
Что в белом, то станет пробелом,
Но отклик найдёт в дураке.

Цвет чёрный основа картины —
И в целом получится Жуть.
Не примут Упрёка кретины —
Нужна им Цветастая Муть.

Темница Безумная: миром
Учёные то назовут.
Поддержатся россказни клиром.
Кто против — в безвестности мрут.

Не умер он в пошлой постели,
Став чуждым мирку, что под Злом.
Обманешь чрез трели, пастели —
Вмиг станешь продажным козлом.

Поэты, певцы — всюду трели:
"Искусства" другой оборот.
Бодрячество сверху постелят —
И к "счастию" мчит идиот.

Фон серый асфальта. Там белым
Начертаны вехи "пути".
В Тупик загоняют умело —
Чернь мчится. В сторонке идти

В другом направлении могут
Лишь те, кто картину мирка
Рисует в сознании строго.
Пастели там нет. Не легка

Дорога, приюта не видно —
Маэстро закончит бомжом:
Ваятель Сознания — стыдно
Идти проторённым путём.

Закончится Путь не в постели —
В бессмертье умчится чрез Свет.
Пока же под****ки Тьмы стелют
Поверх Гнили враки и бред.

Гниль кончится тож не в постели —
Сметает мирок Катаклизм.
Об этом пока что не мелют —
В чести геноцид и фашизм.



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Энтропия Ада

Одинокий старик
Сомневаться привык.
Отчуждение ждёт
Тех, кто ярок, не врёт.

А сомнения коль,
То отвергнет Юдоль —
Мир рабов в забытьи:
Ложь, "законов" статьи,

Школ и ВУЗов шаблон
Разумение вон
Изгоняют, а страх
Обращает Дух в прах.

Энтропия не ждёт:
В подчиненьи урод,
Схерив Искру Творца, —
Ждать не долго конца.

Смерть при жизни тогда.
Окружили стада:
То не люди, а скот.
Одинокий не врёт,

Душу тем бережёт.
Живность ложью в расход
Отправляют всегда:
То говнида года

Показали. Война
Опустила до Дна.
Перспектив никаких:
Одиночка не псих —

Просто чужд Забытью,
Не покорен Вранью.
Энтропия во всём —
Загнивает Дурдом:

Стал давно мировым,
Постоянно гнобим
Инфернальным тварьём,
Очень сильным враньём.

Одинокий старик
К энтропии привык —
Только к той, что тела
Убивает, а Зла

Коль не терпит, спасёт
Душу в Аде. Смерть ждёт
Только тело. Душа
Ад покинет, спеша

В Сферы Духа. Найдёт
Их покинувший сброд,
А иначе Шаблон
Снова выкинет вон

В Сферы Ада — итог
Большинства. Будь как бог:
С детства думай, твори
И ВНУТРИ Свет узри.

Одинокий старик,
К взгляду внутрь коль привык,
Избавления ждёт.
С Катаклизмом придёт

Избавленье Земли
От докучливой тли —
Тварей ада, рабов:
Приговор Тьме суров.

Свет внутри не уйдёт.
Остальное в расход.
Одиночество Свет
Бережёт, херя Бред.



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Ясность и осторожность

Осторожность и ничтожность —
Две монеты стороны.
Принимаются ложь, вздорность
И шаблоны Сатаны,

Так как это всё в мейнстриме,
И в любые времена.
Но не просто так, а в гриме
"Главных ценностей". Война

Продолжается веками,
И ничтожность цель её.
Три четвёртых дураками
Стали чрез ТВАРЬЯ враньё.

Начинается то с детства.
Осторожный человек —
Папа. Мама только средство
Продолжать шаблон... калек.

Единицы исключений
В Тьме очнутся от вранья,
Что смердит средь поколений,
Множа скопища Гнилья.

Называется днесь СМРАДом
Тот всемирный механизм,
Что штампует всюду гадов,
Что прогнулись под фашизм.

Мировой фашизм веками —
Лишь меняет имена.
Осторожность дураками
Движет — довела до Дна.

Показал говнид всё ДНИЩЕ,
Помутнила взгляд война:
Пропаганды злой вонище
Скачет как блоха. Она

Новым жупелом вниманье
Отвлекает, и стада
Забывают про закланье —
Застит ясность Мутота.

Смелость, дерзость, Единичность —
Путь из Мрака в Ясность, в Свет.
Ад кругом. В нём Лжи цикличность:
Новой ложью старый Бред

Разрушают, чтобы снова
Утвердить в сознаньи Бред.
Инфернальности основа
Этот цикл, что застит Свет.

Доказательств в том не надо —
Оцени лишь жизнь свою:
Исчезающую радость
Чрез покорность, страх к Гнилью.

Возвратись к Истоку: каждый
Имел Ясности Момент.
От него иди отважно
Через Зла эксперимент.

В Свет дойдёшь. Стремленье — главным:
Это Ясности ядро.
А движенье много явным
Сделает, хоть Зло хитро.






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В Коконе Адского Мирка

"Светлые" "мысли" гремят в черепке,
Значит чрез Ад я бреду налегке:
Аду подмога, ведь на дураке
Держится всё — удержать в кулаке

Сложно "тяжёлых". Сомнения груз
Тянет на дно — терять нечего: трус
Станет смелее, похерив шаблон
Для "травоядных", изгнавши Чушь вон.

Весь "позитив" возникает чрез Чушь:
Знают уловки для хиленьких душ
Те, кто устроили Ад на Земле,
Отблески Света инача во Мгле.

Свет весь Внутри — стал как кокон мирок.
Застят его "выживанье" и прок.
Ложные боги снаружи смердят —
Нужен ТВАРЬЮ покорившийся гад:

"Светлые" "мысли" отнюдь не его —
ТВАРЕЙ шаблоны. Коль Зла торжество,
Значит подмена "снаружи-внутри"
В них стопроцентна. Всю правду узри

Малым движеньем снаружи-вовнутрь —
Сразу поймёшь ты подлогов Зла суть.
Далее мысли — как тягостный груз.
Ты не они — уяснишь, коль не трус:

Чистая Сущность в скафандре ума,
Что посреди Оглупленья Дерьма.
Это узришь и к Истоку дойдёшь —
Кокона вне. Иль во Лжи пропадёшь...



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Навозная муха и Сила Духа

Чистая Сущность в скафандре ума,
Что посреди Оглупленья Дерьма.
Главным шаблоном "ты тело, не Дух":
С детства такое говно — ням для мух.

Муха навозная, коль посмотреть
В кал Свысока. Разложенье и смерть
В мухе при жизни. Таких большинство —
ТВАРЕЙ, пленивших мирок, торжество.

Коль не таков, одиночка всегда.
Много отчаянья, боли, труда,
В целом напрасного, — пищу для мух
Сплошь производят в Тьме полчища слуг.

Слуг сатанизма. Подмял он мирок
Через обман, ВЫЖИВАНЬЕ и прок.
Беды искусственны, мощная ложь:
На оглупление это умножь,

Страхи учтя, энтропию веков
Рабства добавив, — и вывод суров:
Нет перспектив у мирка никаких.
Ты ж для него лишь отверженный псих.

Труд твой отрава, идёт коль вразрез
Общему тренду простому: Зла пресс
Давит сильнее, Дерьмище в брикет
Всюду прессуя, ядрёнее Бред

Чтоб становился. А цель — довершить
Здесь Инволюцию: Дух, Явь изжить.
С Явью проблема большая: говнид
То показал — через Ложь Тьма казнит.

И показала рашизма война,
Что ВСЁ скатилось до самого Дна.
Снизу стучат — разверзается Ад.
Но вновь говно недоумок жрать рад.

Личностный вывод простой, как всегда:
Выход к Истоку ищи, навсегда
Чтобы покинуть убогий мирок, —
Сущности Ад не предложит урок.

Ложь, что зашкал энтропии не сможет
Дух твой сгубить, Ложь и Страхи умножа.
Выход внутри — через Искру Творца.
Мир не спасти — он в преддверьи Конца.




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Писать не кровью, а тротилом

Писанья труд — надежды мрут
Уйти из цикла "Он напрасен".
Под****ки Зла, что знатно врут,
В раскрутке. Честный — он опасен,

А потому враг алгоритм,
Для оглупленья быдла скроен:
Стишок, где напрочь схерен ритм,
Нередко "топов" удостоен.

Сюжет, где чушь, но "скреп" вагон,
Предстанет чудом Мельпомены.
Эссе, что совесть гонит вон,
Припудрив алчность и измены,

Войдёт в мейнстрим. Сплошь им гнобим
Народец, что под властью СМРАДов.
Отечество его — лишь дым:
Весь мир давно под властью Гадов.

А воплощение в кино
Покажет Днище Разложенья.
В сознание течёт говно:
Для быдла — явь, идеи, мненья.

Отдельно — песни. Забытьё
Они поддерживают снова,
Дроча эмоции, враньё
Не трогая: оно — "основы"!

Писанья труд. Надежды врут —
Самодостаточность основа.
И Искру Бога не добьют,
Когда бумага манит снова

И воплощаются в Прозренья
Усилия не склонных падать
В Клоаку Лжи, похерив мненья
Толпы, что ныне скот иль падаль.

Пиши тротилом — тем спасёшь
Свой Чистый Дух в Кромешном Аде.
Чрез Взрыв Путь к Свету обретёшь.
Продажностью — "весомость" в стаде.

Стада в Загоне Мировом —
Показано войной, говнидом.
Писательство всегда под Злом:
Ты исключенье, коль не гнида.

Загон сжигает Катаклизм —
Он начался, идёт неспешно.
Взорвись — и в Свет! Прощай фашизм,
Адью продажная "успешность"!..



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"Позитивная" Песня Дна

Позитиву надо много!
Только где его найти
В мире пошлом и убогом?
По сусекам наскрести!

Называются наука
И религии они.
Если в целом — ложь и скука.
Целью их — тупые пни.

Гнёт идёт чрез "воспитанье",
Пропаганду. "Вижу цель!" —
Вторит им "образованье":
Чушью жалит словно шмель.

Позитиву в рабстве надо —
Чтоб сокрыть постыдный факт:
Просто стал продажным гадом,
А молчок — всеобщий пакт.

Но возможно ль не продаться
Большинству, коль клеткой мир?!
Позитивою прикрыться
Им поможет лже-кумир.

Свергнут он — найдут другого:
Бесконечен адский цикл.
Ложь приелась — лгут по-новой.
От цикличности ум сник.

Остаётся позитива.
И бездушие она
Прикрывает: Зла нарыва
Не заметно — Песня Дна.

Кроме тупости бездушье
Целью ТВАРЕЙ завсегда.
Единицам Дно — удушье:
"Бодрость" льётся как вода.

"Позитива" доконает
Рабский гадостный мирок,
Ведь всё больше чернь лажает, —
Показал говнида срок,

Что отбыл весь мир, позором
Тем покрывшись на века.
Уничтожат новым вздором —
Триппер пчёл для дурака.




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Путь из Коконов

Часто знаешь ты немало,
Только суть мирка пропала
В фрагментации науки.
Вера — средоточье скуки,

Отведенья осознанья
С "извне-внутрь" на изысканья
Неких сущностей вовне.
Свет  — внутри. Мирок — на Дне.

Кокон стал большим фракталом.
Осознание пропало
В Лжи Громадной (внешний кокон),
В выживаньи (главной — жопа!) —

Кокон малый вкруг тебя:
Лживо "ближнего любя",
Тащишь в норку, под себя,
И в забвении Огня.

Огнь — внутри. Большой снаружи
Кокона мирка. Зла стужа
Тушит Огнь внутри упорно
Через страхи, прок и вздорность.

Вздорность — кокона основа,
Того самого, большого.
Ложь обрыдла — Чушью снова
Укрепят в уме оковы.

На забор не напастись
Матерьялу. Зашибись! —
Выход кабалить сознанье!!!
Весь мирок в фашистской срани,

Что меняет лишь названья,
Душ усилив истязанье.
Продолжается века
Обработка дурака.

"Извне-внутрь" — единый метод
Одолеть отвалы бреда,
Что забили каждый кокон.
Всё трещит — и скоро Жопа.

Супер-Жопа: кокон внешний
Давит Катаклизм неспешный.
Разожги Огонь внутри
И всё правильно узри!

Ты Огонь, что чужд границам,
Коконам. "Реальность" мнится —
След контроля восприятья
И сознания. Проклятье

Можно снять лишь сверх-усильем.
Позабудешь про бессилье,
Коконы порвав, умчишься
В Огнь большой. Там возродишься!..



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Маски-шоу и каски-пляски

Вспоминай говнид, войнушку
Разбирай. Здесь Ложь как пушки
Бьёт, и жертв в войне немало —
Человечество пропало.

Строит Лагерь Цифровой
Для ущербных головой.
Цель его — изжитье Духа.
Но уже сейчас стыдуха.

Маски-шоу, каски-пляски —
Мир в безумной свистопляске.
Но не просто — по указке,
Не прямой: повсюду маски.

Твари правят миром подло —
С закулисья. Дурень гордо
Знамя лже-страны несёт
И не знает, что в расход

Отправляют ПОСТЕПЕННО.
С этой целью перемены:
Смерть при жизни оных цель.
Ложь плюс страх сильней, чем хмель.

Хмель затмил: тотально рабство;
Дерьмократия — тиранство
Пострашнее сталинизма,
Так как больше кретинизма.

Страх иль дурость — вот основы
Строя рабского. Оковы
На руках порвать возможно,
А в "умах" предельно сложно.

Маски-шоу, каски-пляски —
Мир в безумной свистопляске.
Но не просто — по указке,
Не прямой: повсюду маски.

Деградацию умишек
Показал говнид: людишек
Опустить уже несложно
Лже-болезнью иль подложной

Ересью "врага", что рядом.
Заплатить немножко гадам —
И повалят убивать:
Окромя бабла насрать

Им на всё. Пробито Днище.
СМРАДов плотное вонище
Правит миром никаким —
Он всё больше Злом гнобим.

Маски-шоу, каски-пляски —
Мир в безумной свистопляске.
Но не просто — по указке,
Не прямой: повсюду маски.

Перспективы никакие —
Впереди года лихие:
Зло сметает Катаклизм
За зашкаленный фашизм.

Солнце светит всё сильнее —
Ложь становится подлее,
ТВАРИ в страхе, и наглее
Мир гнобят, но чернь не смеет

Злу противиться издревле
И любым тиранам внемлет.
Их сметают те же ТВАРИ —
Не заметно в Лживой Мари:

Действуют чрез подставных.
Нет критичности — ты псих.
Времени осталось мало:
В корень зри, или пропала

В Лжи несчастная Душа.
Свет ищи внутри, спеша
Бред изжить, что Тьмой навален,
Или путь земной провален.

Маски-шоу, каски-пляски —
Мир в безумной свистопляске.
Но не просто — по указке,
Не прямой: повсюду маски.



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На Плахе

Посреди Фашисткой Срани
Воцарился Ум Бараний.
Правит ложью, дичью, страхом.
Не баран — Загон стал плахой.

Начинается всё с детства —
Ты для мразей только средство:
Ум бараний прививают —
Душу тем в расход пускают.

Дальше медленно убийство.
Прикрывает то витийство —
Ради блага всё: "забота"
Окружает идиота.

О здоровье палачи
Позаботятся — рВачи.
Показал говнид их сущность —
Лишь бабло для них насущность.

Посреди Фашисткой Срани
Воцарился Ум Бараний.
Правит ложью, дичью, страхом.
Не баран — Загон стал плахой.

Труд напрасный пищи ради —
Нет нужды теперь в ограде:
Стал Загоном целый мир.
Выживание кумир.

Выживание сквозь беды,
Что искусственны. "Победа"
В этом станет пораженьем,
Коль затронет РАЗЛОЖЕНЬЕ.

Разложение Души:
Осознать Зло поспеши,
Мир окинув честным взглядом,
Коль не стал продажным гадом.

Выживанием устроят
Ад Кромешный. Ложь утроят —
Цифровой Загон готов:
Станет мало не скотов.

Скот бездушный цель ТВАРЬЯ.
Полигоном вся Земля
Стала. И эксперимент
Завершён: Дух — в декремент.

Посреди Фашисткой Срани
Воцарился Ум Бараний.
Правит ложью, дичью, страхом.
Не баран — Загон стал плахой.

Если Плаха целый мир,
Лженаука — новый клир,
Дух Пречистый обречён,
Вновь сожгут Большой Загон.

Катаклизм имеет цикл,
Как и Зло. Ты прочно влип,
Если Душу не спасаешь,
А о "счастии" мечтаешь.

Огнь внутри ищи, тогда
РАЗРУШЕНЬЕ не беда —
Встретишь Огнь Огнём и сможешь
Ад покинуть, подытожа

Путь земной не как урок,
А как рабство через прок,
Ложь и страхи, что глобальны
В мире-Плахе_инфернальной.

Посреди Фашисткой Срани
Воцарился Ум Бараний.
Правит ложью, дичью, страхом.
Не баран — покинешь Плаху!..




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Продажный клир лженауки

"Без ограничения сферы деятельности нельзя ни в одной области совершить ничего замечательного".
Карл Маркс.


Ограниченье сферы может
Тебя к успеху привести,
Но в Фрагментацию низложит —
В Тьме по осколкам впредь идти

Ты будешь. То судьба "науки".
В осколках исчезает Дух:
Коль так, повсюду будут глюки —
Основа попрана; и стух

Огонь, который ограждает
От лжи, продажности. Вперёд! —
Картину мира искажает
За деньги, "славу" ушлый сброд.

В Природе цельность, многомерность,
Дух даже в камне заточён.
В теориях подлоги, вздорность —
Злу служит ушлый мудозвон.

Основа Зла как раз подлоги,
Манипуляции. Они
Для лженауки словно боги.
Чрез "матерьяльность" мир нагни,

А не Твори, — рогатым богом
Попахивает. Всюду он
В мирке продажном и убогом.
Ограниченье в нём закон.

А фрагментация сознанья
Основа шизы мировой.
Идут бараны на закланье
Под ушлой пропаганды вой.

Важнейшей частью пропаганды
Есть лженауки одобрямс
Тлетворной ереси. Баланды
Такой навалом. ТВАРЕЙ хамств

Через потоки Мути люди
Не замечают, рабский строй
Ведь лженаука называет
Каким-то "измом". СМРАДов вой,

Впендюрив страхи, ложь, ничтожит
Сознанье — вспоминай говнид.
И лженаука в том поможет
Чрез гранты для продажных гнид.

Кто платит, тот картину мира
И формирует: сатанизм
Как Папа для "науки" клира,
А банки — храмы. И фашизм,

Что именован новым словом,
В чём лженаука дока, глядь
Вновь возрождается, основой,
Коль попран Дух, являясь. ****ь,

Что под забором, просто целка
Перед продажным клиром Зла.
В зашкале мира переделка
Чрез лженауку. Власть Козла

Верховного Всемирный Лагерь,
Вполне научный, цифровой, 
Безмерной сделает. Дух в баге —
Исправит бот-городовой...



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“Evolution” of Mind Manipulation

At first came cards —
Goebbels played that hand.
Then “art” took charge —
Comics took command.

They swapped out reading,
Thought dissolved to frames,
In images receding
Sense was dulled in brains.

The crowd embraced the clip —
A comic brought to life.
“All simple now!” — we slipped,
The mind became a sieve of strife.

In clip-born “culture” only
Raw emotions reign.
They flooded all — the phony,
The dumb, the feeding plain.

No longer humans —
Thinking’s simply dead.
And Viy has raised his eyelids,
Slipped inside the head.

That Viy is all propagandists
Of these last Ages Black.
They shear their coins, the bandits —
Not long now. Soon — get back.

They’ll be expelled from Earth itself —
Armageddon’s role.
And that damned bastard’s purest self —
Supreme Evil, devil-whole.



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Evolution of Control

First cards. Then art.
Then clips — mind torn apart.
Thought sold for frames,
Sense drowned in games.

Clip-culture feeds
On raw emotions.
Not humans now —
Just hollow motions.

Viy woke up, eyes wide —
Propaganda’s face.
Coins still get fried…
Not long. Erase.



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Evolution

Cards.
Art.
Clips.

Thought stripped.
Mind slips.

Viy wakes.
Control takes.



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Pseudo-Science

“Dry theory, friend —
Life’s tree is green.”
The “scientist” drools
At schemes obscene.

He scrubs the green,
Draws charts and lines,
And lulls us all
With dead designs.

A crate of lies
He gladly brings,
Obeying orders
From rotten kings.

To fake a “plague”
Is child’s play here,
To brew the sludge
With hidden fear.

“Your wish, my lord.”
The herd is meat.
He sold his soul —
It was long complete.

This fraud was born
At dawn of lies.
Sit in your hole.
Hear what whores advise.

No proof required —
The stamp’s enough.
They’ll crush the mind.
They don’t care. Tough.

Truth’s not their trade,
Not long ago.
They turn the world
To burning shit-show.

In lies’ wild rage
All sense is gone.
Global fascism
Marches on.

So only lies
You’ll ever get
From pseudo-science —
That’s the set.



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Pseudo-Science

“Dry theory,” they preach.
Life’s green cut away.
Charts kill thought,
Sleep seals the day.

Orders obeyed.
Lies mass-produced.
Plagues invented.
Herds seduced.

No proof needed.
Stamp. Repeat.
Mind erased.
Fraud complete.



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Identification with the Body

Identifying with the flesh
Is prison’s cornerstone.
Break every pattern, smash
The Dark’s accreted stone.

The “subject”, “object” game,
Logic, colour, form —
Foundations lost to shame,
Implanted lies normed.

The base is Spirit, core.
Start there — from source, from root.
Let Mind embrace once more
Spirit’s omnipresent truth.

Mind-cleansing is the task supreme:
Long since a sewer made.
No luck will help — sheer stubborn will
Is law you must obey.

On mass-stupidity’s grim plant
You were a mold since youth.
Acceleration set —
Two-thirds denied the truth.

Erase the layers built of lies —
You’ll see the Light appear.
Though rot has reached its final size,
And madness rules everywhere,

The Spirit’s strength cannot be crushed.
Stand firm. Resist the hiss.
Ignore the bastards — even Hell
Allows a way to bliss.



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Identification

Flesh-bound mind —
A prison’s base.
Break the patterns.
Clear the space.

Strip subject, object, form, and lie.
Truth imposed is still a chain.
Spirit stands —
It cannot die.

Clean the mind.
Persist. Resist.
Even Hell
Allows escape.



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Engineers of Subhuman Souls

Engineers of sub-humans’ minds,
Designers of genocidal schemes,
Have thrived — with method well refined.
Their mainest weapon: memes.

Total lies. Poison disguised
In “medicine”, water, bread.
Hordes of traitors, synchronized,
In this decay you’re bred.

From childhood on — a lifelong cell.
To keep your soul alive in Hell,
You must live tense, at maximum heat:
Create. Expose. Refuse defeat.

Ignore the petty binding threads
That choke like rope around the will.
Though fools surround you, filth widespread,
And every second face is ill,

Fight to the end — few paths remain
For those still gifted in this pit.
Create — or drown inside the brain
Where madness makes its final sit.

All’s madness. Global madhouse — planned.
Artificial to the core.
Now in fascist Sodom-land
They turn the dull to cattle more.



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Engineers

They engineer sub-human minds,
Genocide coded into memes.
Lies as law. Poison in cures.
Water. Bread. Manufactured dreams.

Born a captive. Hell is real.
Create — or rot in scripted noise.
Fight it through. No middle deal.
Art or madness. Make your choice.



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Monkeys

Baboons in packs attack the weak,
Macaques get torn apart.
An orangutan is chief —
Who cuts the deepest, rules the chart.

One law alone the monkeys keep:
The filthy-minded strong survive.
Who thinks too much, too sharp, too deep —
Out of the pack, expelled alive.

Who screams the loudest earns respect.
In jungle law, that’s all it takes.
The gentle soul? A perfect pick —
Strong only as tomorrow’s steaks.

The packs forever shake and roar:
So many screams, so few in charge.
Not enough leaders — bring in more,
Outsiders too are on the barge

Of food and chains. “All monkeys — go!
Or slaughter those who won’t comply.
Who’s not with us is freak and foe.”
That’s how they live. That’s how they die.

The ladder’s simple, carved in bite:
Shit on the low, snap at the high.
And so the pack survives its night —
This way of life will never die.

So praise the monkey, crown the peak
Of evolution’s grand decree.
All that remains — deceive and shriek,
And rule by lies and savage plea.



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Monkeys

Baboons attack in packs,
Orangutan rules by hacks.
Think too sharp — you’re out the door,
Scream the loudest — earn their score.

Chains and food — obey or die,
Not with us? Freak. Good-bye.
Deceive, shriek, the law is law,
Monkeys reign with bite and claw.



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Monkeys

Packs attack,
Orangutan rules.
Think too sharp —
Out you go.
Scream loud, obey,
Or bite and claw.



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Verbal Diarrhea

“I do not grieve, nor call, nor weep,
All fades away like smoke from blooms.
By golden decay encompassed deep,
I shall not be young again.”
— Yesenin, 1922


I do not grieve, nor wish to stay
In this vile, wretched Hell.
Each day I live like punishment’s play,
A world in forced delusion fell.

No hope for “rebirth” here remains —
Rot has claimed all things outright.
Fire would have been the best to drain
This putrid filth from sight.

The foolish world sinks further down —
No sludge can save it from the flame.
From verbal diarrhea rises a stench
Stronger than the Day’s own shame.

The “Age” ignored these lies before,
Yet echoes reach the sheeple still.
If you’ve rejected half-truths’ glittering gore
And cast away all falsehoods’ will,

There’s only waiting for the end.
The rot is burned, the waste destroyed.
Even Mother Nature cannot bend —
The Sun sends all to scrap, unemployed.



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Verbal Diarrhea

I grieve not, nor wish to stay
In this vile, rotting Hell.
Days punish, the world decays —
No sludge can block the flame’s spell.

Verbal filth reeks stronger still
Than punishment’s relentless day.
Reject the lies, embrace the will —
Burn the rot, send waste away.



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Verbal Diarrhea

Grieve not. Stay not in Hell.
Days punish. The world rots.
Filth stinks worse than the Day.
Reject lies. Embrace the will.
Burn the rot.
Send the waste away.



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They Beat Ours!

Identifying with “ours” —
Who, of course, will crush the foes,
Breeds reckless fools, no pause.
Yet “not ours” sometimes impose.

They’ll rewrite canons, histories,
Feed the kids with myths and lies.
“Ours” exist in fantasies
While all else is erased from eyes.

“Not ours,” with minor tweak,
Get the same sold back again.
Then “differences” they loudly speak —
Propaganda wails in chain.

“They beat ours!” — the cry appears,
Driving herds to slaughter’s door.
Resistance to identification here
Is the only way to be your core.

So know, Spirit, vast and free,
Without properties or measure bound.
Cowards cluster endlessly —
Where they gather, war with Mind is found.

Communities of the bright,
The natural way on Earth,
Reject this mediocre fight —
Half-wits’ company holds no worth.



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They Beat Ours!

“Ours” will crush the foes —
Fools are born in rows.
“They beat ours!” — the cry appears,
Driving herds to endless fears.

Resist the herd, stand your core,
Cowards cluster, waging war.
Spirit vast, without a chain,
Bright communities remain.



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They Beat Ours!

“Ours” crush foes.
Fools are born.
“They beat ours!” —
Herds march on.
Resist. Stand tall.
Bright remain.



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Our Masha

Our Masha’s no longer ours —
Debauchery took her reign.
Let the tractor till the fields,
Masha fools in city’s vein.

This city — like Mash’ville town —
Loves Mash, Dash, Glash alike.
They’ll remold her, twist her round,
Legend: “head for head” in strike.

But really — it devours the soul,
Spews out naught but empty shell.
Masha, listen to no one,
Only filth the ears will swell:

Dulling the people,
Destroying the core,
Making fools of all,
For vile creatures’ score.

Revive the community,
Not flee to streets of stone.
Only then will men appear —
Not herds, but flesh and bone.

Women too, not train-station sluts,
This city can rot away.
Fascism reigns, poisons all,
Herds in muzzles obey.

Simplicity is the law today —
It saves the world, come what may.



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Our Masha

Masha’s lost — debauchery won.
Tractor plows, she’s in the city fun.
City twists, legends play,
Devours the soul, spits shell away.

Dull the people, crush the core,
Rise the men, let women soar.



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Our Masha

Masha’s lost.
Tractor plows.
City twists.
Souls devoured.
Rise men.
Women soar.



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Soviet Hymn

“The unbreakable union of free republics” —
Time to laugh at that proud claim.
For minds and spirits, barren periods,
Efforts wasted, despair and shame.

To fetch and read a decent book
Was perilous — censorship and mud.
Total ideology tightened every screw —
No breath to take, no path to good.

Freedom to bleat and moo in chorus —
Real fascism, masked as “ism” bright.
In truth — “Keep quiet! Back to burrows!”
That’s all the vaunted socialist light.

A colossus built on clay,
Mixed with urine, blood of the slain.
Urine — the folly of the masses,
The Union — on paper, ruling — profane.

All designed to crush the best,
Look at Trotsky’s painted face!
Yet they promised paradise on Earth —
“Rise, obey, and eat in place!”

The “real rises,” but a gentle wind
Destroyed them via treacherous betrayal.
Every child, though “Pioneer” they called,
Drifted in a broken trough, in the sewer’s trail.



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Soviet Hymn

“Unbreakable union” — laugh!
Minds starve, spirits cut in half.
Freedom’s bleat — a fascist show,
Quiet now! Back to burrows, go.

Colossus built on clay and blood,
Promises of paradise — gone in mud.
Children drift where Pioneers sank,
Truth drowned in ideology’s tank.



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Soviet Hymn

“Union unbreakable” — laugh!
Minds starve. Spirits cut.
Freedom bleats — fascist show.
Quiet! Back to burrows go.
Children drift in Pioneers’ mud.
Truth drowned in ideology’s flood.



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Games with “Authorities”

“Do you know the Boar from the block?!” —
Grumbles cowardly street flock.
“Do you trust Montaigne, four-eyes fool?!” —
“Intelligentsia”… plays the rule.

They play at “authorities”
Like crooks with sly pachans.
There, here — the scum’s the same,
A rabble, fools, a dirty game.

The pachan simpler… kinder too —
Doesn’t want to poison all he knew.
The fool grows careless, free to kill,
With lies alone, if shNobel seals the deal.

Nations flounder like dried fish,
In lies so thick they crush the wish.
Montaigne made a fake-virus scheme,
And shNobel praised the dream.

Then “repented” — could not stand shame?
Well then he’s NOTHING, all the same.
And only to NOTHING you must refer
For those whose names are Poets’ blur.

All this fake science — a street gang’s play:
A wagon of snot, “Authority” saves the day.
And war runs deep among the fools,
Spreading lies like rotten tools.

So break away from idiot ranks,
Stop believing in their mirage banks.



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Games with “Authorities”

“Know the Boar?” — the cowards squeal.
“Trust Montaigne?” — fools kneel.
Crooks play “authorities” like kings,
Fools and rabble follow strings.

Pachans kinder, fools careless grow,
Lies alone can strike the blow.
Fake science spreads, a street-gang scheme,
Break the ranks, reject their dream.



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Games with “Authorities”

“Know the Boar?” — cowards squeal.
“Trust Montaigne?” — fools kneel.
Crooks play kings, fools follow.
Pachans kinder, lies strike hollow.
Fake science spreads its scheme.
Break ranks, reject their dream.



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Reforging

Reforging’s come — prepare your head of iron.
Lie, not half-truth, seals the coffin tight.
No tricks now — blunt deception’s firing,
Crushing what remained of sight.

The lie is total, loud, obscene,
Primitive, malicious, bare.
Dumbing-down turns fatal fast —
They trust the filth, the servants of despair.

They trust such blatant, naked crap
That madness fits them all.
The madhouse now is global-scale,
Intolerant to minds that still stand tall.

Satan’s majordomo isn’t “lord” —
Just puppet filth, propaganda’s hand,
The architect of monstrous lies.
And now the sentence is command:

Execution by deceit.
Idiots gulp whatever’s poured.
These beasts don’t joke — with sludge and war
They kill, on cue, in full accord.

Calling half-wits to the slaughter
Has become absurdly easy:
Only howling everywhere.
Calm ones? Count them — few and thinning.

All are counted now… So madness reigns.
“Attack! Go on!” — the cry explodes.
We’ll drown it all in raging Evil,
And send the thinking ones — ALL — to the road.



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Reforging

Reforging’s come — brace iron head.
Lies crush truth, the living dead.
Total, loud, obscene deceit,
Filth rules all, the fools repeat.

Half-wits called to slaughter’s gate,
Madness reigns — it’s far too late.
Evil spreads, no mind survives,
All must fall — the thinking dies.



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Reforging

Reforging’s come — brace iron head.
Lies crush truth, the living dead.
Filth rules all, fools repeat.
Half-wits march to slaughter’s beat.
Evil spreads, no mind survives.
All must fall — the thinking dies.



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Narrowing of Consciousness

Narrowing mind — the worst of fates:
Fascism drives the flocks to slates.
When critique is gone, all truth denied,
And herds grow frantic, blindly guided.

Today we howl, tomorrow — none,
You’ll die in the final fight with Evil done…
Save your Soul in battle’s fire,
Crush the lies, heed not the coward’s choir.

The madhouse of the world will burn,
Soon enough — the fools will learn.
Idiot tamed, enslaved by worldwide wrong,
With narrowed mind, the path is only another throng.

So widen thought, break ignorance’s chain —
Ignorance is no excuse for the sane.



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Narrowing of Consciousness

Narrowed mind — the worst of fate,
Fascism drives the flocks to hate.
Critique is gone, all truth denied,
Herds grow frantic, blindly guided.

Save your Soul, crush lies, don’t fear,
Cowards’ cries will disappear.
Madhouse burns, the fools will learn,
Widen thought — let ignorance burn.



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Narrowing of Consciousness

Narrowed mind — worst fate.
Fascism drives the flocks.
Truth denied, herds blind.
Save your Soul, crush lies.
Cowards’ cries — ignore.
Widen thought — burn ignorance.



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Fainting of Relations

You are the light within my eyes,
Queen of sweet dreams, night’s lone star,
Yet cancer in my mind belies
The crowd of torment that you are.

With you — the throng that bruised your soul,
Like orgy’s echo, weak and vain.
The mind enslaved, the pure made foul,
From childhood bound to fear and chain.

They sought to “train” — to kill your spark,
Destroy your talent, crush your mind.
Burn bridges to the heavy dark,
Where ponderings of weight unwind.

Step boldly, monster, ballast gone,
Two-thirds of people madly stray.
While talent lives, stay clear, move on,
Even giants of mind may sway.

If partner dwells in M’rok’s haze,
He drags you down, steals fleeting days.
Depart, don’t fight, resist the maze,
And keep your soul through shadowed ways.



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Fainting of Relations

You are the light, yet cancer too.
The crowd that crushed you — see it through.
Mind enslaved, the pure defiled,
Step boldly on, leave fools beguiled.

Two-thirds are mad, they drag you down,
While talent lives, don’t join the clown.
If partner’s M’rok, he steals your days,
Depart, resist, escape the maze.



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Fainting of Relations

Light in eyes — yet cancer too.
Crowds crush souls, what can you do?
Mind enslaved, the pure defiled.
Step boldly, leave the fools beguiled.
Talent lives — avoid the clown.
If partner’s M’rok — escape the town.



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Bottom Punched

Corrupt freaks,
Coward beasts,
Madness reigns,
Purity flees.

Fascism, world-madhouse,
Lies, lies, lies!
Fools obedient —
Good for nothing, all their lives.

The wise are few,
Traitors swarm,
Hell’s not dreamed —
It’s here, its storm.

Reserves of reason fail,
Hatred grows,
People turn to monsters,
Idiots, all.

Soon it will be “normal” —
Majority blind,
World under over-Morok,
Evil’s triumph signed.

But stop! It cannot fall
Forever down below —
Bottom punched,
Sadism, idiocy overflow.

Nature won’t allow —
She’ll burn the whole camp.
Those who fight in chains,
Hear some good news stamp.



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Bottom Punched

Corrupt freaks, coward beasts,
Madness rules, purity flees.
Lies, lies, lies — world-madhouse reigns,
Fools obey, wisdom wanes.

People turn to monsters, blind,
Evil triumphs, chains unkind.
But stop — the bottom’s punched through,
Nature burns the camp anew.



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Bottom Punched

Corrupt freaks, coward beasts.
Madness reigns, purity flees.
Lies rule all, fools obey.
Monsters grow, chains hold sway.
Bottom punched — the end is near.
Nature burns, the path is clear.



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The Path

The Path of Insight is not mild —
Lies breed, cruel, in every wild.
They choke like threads around the throat,
Evil strikes fast, blunt, and remote.

Sharpen critique. Honor intuition.
Cast aside all stale tradition.
All’s long controlled, this isn’t chains —
It’s Hell itself, not human pains.

Scattered Knowledge gleams around,
But first, clear out your mind’s bound.
Toss the lies forced in by shame,
Belief in filth brings only pain.

True learning comes through agony,
Freedom born from slavery.
Though bleak, though bitter, though you fear,
Step forth, fight on, and persevere!



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The Path

The Path of Insight is fierce, not mild.
Lies choke tight, their snares compiled.
Sharpen critique, honor intuition.
Cast aside stale, false tradition.

Knowledge glimmers, but first — clear mind,
Toss the lies that chain mankind.
True learning burns through pain and strife,
Step forth, fight on, embrace your life.



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The Path

Insight’s road is fierce, not mild.
Lies choke tight, their snares compiled.
Sharpen mind, honor intuition.
Cast aside false tradition.
Knowledge glimmers — clear your mind.
Step, fight on — leave chains behind.



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The Path

Insight’s road — sharp and wild.
Lies choke fast, deceiving child.
Sharpen mind, trust intuition.
Break all chains, false tradition.
Knowledge burns — clear your sight.
Fight, step forth — embrace the fight.



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The Path

Insight sharp —
Lies choke hard.
Mind awake —
Chains break fast.
Knowledge burns —
Fight, last blast.



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The Path

Insight strikes!
Lies choke tight.
Mind awake!
Fight — ignite!



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The Path

Strike with Insight!
Shatter the Lies!
Mind stands ready!
Fight or die!



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The Path

Insight cuts —
Lies erupt.
Mind stands tall —
Fight or fall!



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The Path

Strike Insight!
Shatter Lies!
Fight On!



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Senility

The farce of all these fake states
Has rotted into senile fates.
In this dumb world, one tyrant reigns —
A vile, foul creature, filth remains.

The Sheep-virus sealed the final score,
A World Concentration Camp built for gore.
Fierce fascism claimed the crown here fast,
Because the idiot masses everlast.

The herd obeys, the mind decays,
The Spirit withers, resistance sways.
Fools believe in all they see,
The wise are scarce, truth rare as glee.

But Nature raged, enraged and wild —
The filth shall fall, the world beguiled.
The Beastly Madness will be swept away,
Earth gets respite, death to those who stray.



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Senility

Fake states rot, the world’s a farce.
One vile tyrant rules, harsh and crass.
Sheep-virus struck, the camp was built.
Fascism thrived, fed by guilt.

Herds obey, minds decay.
Spirit withers, fools hold sway.
Nature rages — filth shall fall.
Earth’s reprieve, death for all.



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Senility

Fake states rot, the world’s a farce.
Vile tyrants rule, cruel and harsh.
Sheep-virus struck, the herd obeys.
Minds decay, the Spirit sways.
Nature rages — filth shall fall.
Earth’s reprieve, death for all.



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Senility

Fake states rot —
Tyrants strike.
Sheep-virus reigns —
Minds break.
Nature burns —
Filth dies.



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Senility

Rotting states!
Tyrants strike!
Minds enslaved!
Filth dies!



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Senility

Rot states!
Tyrants fall!
Fight on!



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Why a Poet Must Be Alone

I love my okroshka,
Savor it slowly, bite by bite…
Stop! Enough of chasing nonsense,
Stop chasing piffle in endless fright.

Be cautious in the topics you dare,
You pay tribute to Evil in the rush.
If you don’t write of what is crucial,
Alone, small things fade to hush.

The world drowns in lies, genocide
Has killed the masses, far and wide.
Forget petty hurts and idle spite —
Smash the filth, unless you hide.



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Why a Poet Must Be Alone

Stop chasing piffle, stop the rush!
Speak the truth — or pay Evil’s crush.
Alone you stand, the world deceives,
Expose the lies, the herd believes.

The masses drowned in falsehood’s tide,
Genocide sweeps, none can hide.
Forget small grudges, strike the rot,
Smash the filth — betray it not!



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Why a Poet Must Be Alone

Stop the piffle! Truth or crush.
Alone you stand, lies rush.
Expose the herd, deceit’s tide.
Genocide sweeps, none hide.
Forget small grudges, strike the rot.
Smash the filth — betray it not!



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Why a Poet Must Be Alone

Stop the piffle!
Stand alone!
Strike the lies!
Smash the filth!



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The Heart

The soulless see the Heart as weak,
On that vile ground they build their reign.
These heartless fiends have pushed too deep,
But soon their filth will fall like rain.

Traitors march to Hell in throngs,
And Earth will bear no new disgrace.
The Sun will purge the undead wrongs,
A different kind shall take their place.

Gone the time when scum held sway,
The end has come for those dark days.



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The Heart

Soulless scum call the Heart weak,
On that lie, their terror they seek.
Fiends have struck, but soon they fall,
The filth they built — destroyed by all.

Traitors march straight to Hell’s gate,
Earth bears no more the scum’s fate.
The Sun will burn the undead blight,
A stronger kind shall rise in light.



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The Heart

Soulless call the Heart weak.
Fiends strike — soon they’ll fall.
Traitors march to Hell’s gate.
Earth bears no scum’s fate.
Sun burns the undead blight.
A stronger kind rises in light.



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The Heart

Heart stands!
Fiends fall!
Traitors burn!
Light rises!



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The Heart

Stand Heart!
Fall Fiends!
Rise Light!



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Rockfall

“Ice grips the Earth, the ice won’t end,
No spring, no summer, yearlong bend.
People fall, they hit the ground.” —
So sang the frost, so rang the sound.

Now rockfall crashes in my soul,
Darkness shatters, pieces roll.
And this fills me with secret glee —
Fools regret the dark they see.

They call that Darkness home, their claim,
At any cost, they seek the same.
Their Spirit, Mind, destroyed with ease,
And out emerge mere idiots, seized.

Don’t think this world is yours to own —
It’s Hell’s small realm, a sodden stone.
God left this Sodom long ago,
And Satan drives the herd’s dark flow.



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Rockfall

Rockfall strikes inside my soul,
Darkness shatters, pieces roll.
Fools regret what they call home,
Spirit, Mind, destroyed, they roam.

God left this Sodom long ago,
Satan drives the herd’s dark flow.
Don’t believe this Hell is yours,
Rise, resist, break all the doors!



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Rockfall

Rockfall!
Darkness shatters!
Fools fall!
Spirit crushed!
God gone!
Satan rules!



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Rockfall

Rockfall strikes!
Darkness breaks!
Fools fall!
Rise, resist!



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A Little Poem and a Path

Only the lines remain,
A path, some water, too —
Your lone-world domain.
The years drift through.

Fatigue comes pressing hard,
Even a little rest can sting.
Just relax — though small, regard:
It hurts, but let it cling.

To hell with it all!
You’ve walked through Hell’s gate.
Always stubborn, small joys call,
Even the tiny things are great.

Run a bit, swim a while,
Write a poem, just for fun.
No point in chasing style —
It’s all for the soul alone, not for anyone.



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A Little Poem and a Path

Lines remain, the path, the stream.
Alone you walk, alone you dream.
Fatigue presses, yet still stand.
Through Hell you’ve walked, and still command.

Run, swim, write — no need for fame.
Small joys endure, they fan your flame.
No glory here, just soul and might.
Keep moving forward — hold the light.



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A Little Poem and a Path

Lines remain!
Path, stream!
Walk alone!
Stand strong!
Write, run!
Hold light!



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A Little Poem and a Path

Walk alone!
Stand strong!
Run, write!
Hold light!



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Reconstructing Experience

Oppositions of concepts —
An artifice, a mind’s device.
Then all within the mind misfits —
A heap of illusions, piles of vice.

Projections of false notions
Into worlds of other schemes
Lead only to collapse. The path of introspection
Alone can free you from these dreams.

Go only inward, where divisions
Have not yet arisen. There — the Light.
Else mind’s decay will spread like poison,
Source of all your pain and blight.

Only through the Spirit’s command
Does the mind find its saving way.
Discard all lies and every rumor:
Total they are, crafting Fear’s display.

When you apply intuition there,
Falsehood vanishes in a flash.
All this beyond any tradition —
Zen has long since pierced the ash.

Much falsehood clings, yet seek the grains,
Grains of Truth are scarce in this domain.
If you sink in lies, don’t complain —
The world’s mud sticks to every vein.

You yourself — a reconstruction of experience,
Both lock and key combined.
Primitive duality is cursed —
This world is rotten, dense, confined.



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Reconstructing Experience

Mind’s opposites — a trap, a snare.
Illusions pile, false worlds declare.
Go inward, where no divisions lie,
There only Light will meet your eye.

Spirit rules — the mind obeys,
Lies vanish when intuition sways.
Duality cursed, the world decayed,
Be the lock and key — your path is made.



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Reconstructing Experience

Mind trapped!
Illusions fall!
Go inward!
Find Light!
Obey Spirit!
Break duality!



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Timelessness

The timeless now —
A madhouse all around.
Flee from stinking Hell,
Where all are turned to hound.

True timelessness —
Pure Spirit, the Absolute.
A soul, in this Hell mourning,
Will find there a refuge, resolute.

Wholeness there, yet no decay,
For in a single drop — the Ocean lies.
Elsewhere, in differentiation,
The world “in senses” fools the eyes.

Illusory perceptions:
The world — TOTAL DECEPTION.
Slavery reigns, the goal —
The soul’s decomposition.

Rabbits of false nations
Have pierced the bottom deep.
The fall is terrible, one path back:
To know your Nature, your Spirit keep.

All this is Alchemy —
Beyond logic. Only ignite.
Burning only, we become other,
First awaken from the dark night.

Darkness, delusion — dwelling in the dark.
With your soul, discern the gloom.
Thus ends the torment —
Only Light. Pure Light. Resume!

Seek, and only seeking will you find.
Share with others. The answer —
To Darkness alone. In the timeless present,
Reason and Light.



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Timeless

Flee Hell!
Find Spirit!
Burn dark!
Seek Light!
Awaken now!
Break duality!



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The Corrupt Clergy of Pseudo-Science

“Without restricting the field of activity, nothing remarkable can be achieved in any domain.”
Karl Marx


Restriction may bring you fame,
A narrow win, a measured climb —
But fragments you, dissolves the frame:
You walk through shards, blindfolded, time
By time. Such is “science’s” fate:
In fragments Spirit cannot live.
Where Spirit’s gone, glitches breed late —
The core is trampled, flames give in.

That fire which once could guard the mind
From lies, from selling truth for gold,
Now twists the world by paid design —
For cash and “glory”, bought and sold.

In Nature — wholeness, depth, dimension,
The Spirit sleeps in stone and clay.
In theories — frauds and loud pretension:
A slick-tongued clown serves Evil’s play.

The root of Evil is deception,
Manipulation — sacred law.
To pseudo-science, false perception
Is god. Through “matter” rot they draw
The world — not create. Smell the horned
Old god behind that barren creed.
In shabby realms, by trade adorned,
Restriction reigns. That’s all they need.

Fragmented minds — the global psychosis,
The madness normed, the slaughter line.
The flock goes meekly, without notice,
Dragged by propaganda’s whine.

Propaganda’s core component?
Pseudo-science nods: “Approved.”
This toxic heresy is potent —
Fed by TV, by expert brood.
Through streams of sludge, the people miss
That slavery is here and named
By pseudo-science some new “-ism”.
The media howls, fear is framed.

Injected lies erase the mind —
Remember CowID’s parade.
Pseudo-science plays along just fine,
Through grants for vermin, well-paid, trained.

Who pays decides the world’s depiction.
Satanism wears a lab coat clean.
Banks are temples. As tradition,
Fascism — renamed — slips in.
Pseudo-science proves it “new”,
While Spirit’s crushed beneath the scheme.
A whore by fence is pure and true
Beside this clerical machine.

The world remade beyond all measure
By pseudo-science — goatish power.
A global camp, precise and digital,
“Scientific” to the core.
The Spirit bugs the system — flawed.
A policing bot will patch the code.



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The Corrupt Clergy of Pseudo-Science

They cut the world to sell their lies,
In shards the Spirit bleeds and dies.
Where wholeness breaks, the glitches reign —
Truth sold for grants, for fame, for gain.

They call decay “material law”,
Rename the camp, deny the soul.
Banks are the temple, the lab — the claw,
That scripts the herd, controls the whole.

Pseudo-science blesses chains,
Renames the whip a “new -ism”.
The Spirit bugs their perfect frame —
A bot is sent to fix the system.



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The Corrupt Clergy of Pseudo-Science

Fragment the mind — and kill the Flame.
Where Spirit breaks, all glitches reign.
For cash and grants they twist the frame,
Rename the cage, rebrand the chain.

They call it “science”, sell it clean —
Banks as temples, labs as shrines.
Crush Spirit first — then fascism
Returns, disguised by newer signs.

The world turns camp, precise, digital.
A system “pure”, controlled, polite.
Spirit’s a bug — correctable.
A bot will fix it. End of light.



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Entropy of Hell

A lonely old man,
Used to doubt from the start.
Those who burn, who won’t lie,
Are exiled apart.

If doubt takes its stand,
This Vale casts you out.
A world drugged with chains:
Lies, statutes, dead clout.

Schools, universities — molds,
Drive discernment away.
Fear turns Spirit to ash,
Day by day.

Entropy waits for no one:
Submission deforms.
Drop the Spark of the Creator —
The end is near, norms
Collapse.

Death while breathing begins.
Herds surround you — not men,
But cattle. The lonely won’t lie;
By truth they defend
Their soul.

The beasts are fed lies, sent to waste —
CowID showed the routine.
War dragged the world to the bottom.
No future’s seen.

The loner is not insane —
Just alien Forgetting’s control,
Unbent by Deception.
Entropy eats the whole.

The madhouse rots everywhere —
Global, enforced,
By infernal vermin,
By lies of colossal force.

The lonely old man knows entropy —
The one that kills flesh, not soul.
Evil he won’t endure:
In Hell, that refusal is whole.

Death waits only for bodies.
The soul will escape,
Rushing out of Hell’s circles
To Spirit’s domain.

Those who leave will find Spheres —
The rest, by the Pattern,
Are thrown back again
Into Hell. That’s the canon.

Be godlike: think, create,
From childhood on.
See the Light inside —
Or be gone.

The lonely old man,
Turned inward in sight,
Waits for deliverance.
With Cataclysm comes light:

Earth will be cleansed
Of clinging decay —
Hell’s beasts and slaves.
The sentence on Darkness is final, this way.

The inner Light will not fade.
All else — to waste.
Solitude guards the Light,
Grinding Delusion to paste.



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Inside the Cocoon of a Hellish Little World

“Bright” little “thoughts” rattle loud in the skull —
So I stroll through Hell light, obedient, dull.
Hell loves such help: on the fool it relies —
All stays clenched tight in obedient minds.

“Heavy” ones doubt — that weight pulls you down.
Nothing to lose: let the coward renounce
Herbivore patterns, expel the fake noise —
Break the template, exile the toys.

All “positivity” grows out of lies.
Tricks for the fragile are known to the wise
Who built Hell on Earth with a managerial grin.
Glimmers of Light look different in the dim.

The Light is inside — yet the world is a cocoon.
“Survival” and profit eclipse it too soon.
False gods outside reek, rot, and command:
They need a bent beast — obedient, canned.

“Bright” little “thoughts” are never your own —
They’re templates of beasts. If Evil has grown,
Then the switch “outside–inside” is complete.
See the full truth. Don’t retreat.

One tiny move — from outside to within —
And the fraud of all Evil snaps into skin.
After that, thoughts feel heavy and crude:
You are not them — grasp this, if you’re not subdued.

Pure Essence in a spacesuit of mind,
Surrounded by Stupidity, shit intertwined.
See this — and reach the Source at last,
Beyond the cocoon. Or be lost in the Lie fast.



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The Path Out of Cocoons

You often know a thousand things,
Yet miss the core the worldlet brings.
In science split to shards and dust,
Belief turns boredom into trustless rust.

Awareness is redirected slyly
From outside–inside to quests so finely
For “entities” beyond your skin.
The Light’s inside. The world’s at the bottom. In.

The cocoon grew into a fractal vast.
Awareness drowned in the Giant Lie — the cast
Of the outer cocoon, survival’s throne
(Where “saving your ass” is king alone).

A smaller cocoon coils around you tight:
“Loving your neighbor” — dragging him from sight
Into your burrow, under your rule,
While Fire is forgotten. Ash plays fool.

The Fire is inside. The greater cocoon
Evil’s cold keeps choking the flame
With fear, with profit, with nonsense, with shame.

Nonsense is the cocoon’s foundation —
That very one, the grand illusion.
When lies grow stale, new bullshit arrives
To forge fresh chains in obedient minds.

Matter won’t jump the fence — surprise!
Brilliant solution: enslave the eyes,
Shackle awareness, declare it “progress”!
The whole world steeps in fascist mess,

Only the labels change their skin,
The torment deepens, souls wear thin.
For centuries the same routine:
Processing fools — a well-oiled machine.

Outside–inside — the single way
To cut through piles of rotting decay
That clog each cocoon. All cracks appear.
Everything strains — catastrophe’s near.

Super-collapse: the outer shell
Is pressed by Cataclysm’s swell.
Ignite the Fire that burns within —
And see the truth, sharp, clear, untrimmed.

You are the Fire, beyond all bounds,
Beyond all cocoons. “Reality” sounds
Like a trace of perception’s control,
A curse stamped onto awareness and soul.

That curse breaks only by over-force.
You’ll forget what “powerless” means, of course.
Tear the cocoons. Break free. Ascend
Into the greater Fire — and be born again.



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On the Block

(Verse 1)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, the pen’s a block of stone.

It all begins back in your youth:
To scum you’re just a tool to spend.
They graft the sheep-mind in as “truth”,
And cash your soul out in the end.

(Pre-Chorus)
Slowly, carefully — they kill.
Words conceal the grinding drill:
“All for good”, “for your own sake” —
Care wraps tight around the fake.

Doctors serve as butchers now,
CowID showed what they’re about:
Not your health — just cash and clout.

(Chorus)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, the pen’s a block of stone.

(Verse 2)
Work for food — a useless grind,
No fence required anymore.
The whole damn world’s a pen combined,
And survival is the idol we adore.

Survival through engineered pain,
Artificial wars and dread.
“Victory” here equals loss again
If it feeds the rot instead.

(Pre-Chorus)
Rot of soul — wake up, take sight.
See the Evil plain and right.
Scan the world with honest eyes,
If you’re not for sale, not bought by lies.

They’ll build survival into Hell,
Triple lies, digitize the cell.
A digital pen stands fully formed —
Soon there won’t be just “the herd”.

(Chorus)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, the pen’s a block of stone.

(Verse 3)
Soulless cattle — that’s the aim.
All of Earth’s a testing ground.
The experiment is done, proclaimed:
Spirit’s value — downward bound.

If the whole world is the block,
Pseudo-science is the new priest class.
Pure Spirit’s sentenced — once again
The Great Pen’s set ablaze to ash.

(Bridge)
Cataclysm runs in cycles,
Just like Evil, just like lies.
You are trapped if you don’t save your soul
And keep dreaming “happy lives”.

Seek the Fire that burns inside —
Then destruction’s not your fate.
Fire meets Fire — you’ll break the gate,
Leave Hell behind, emancipate.

Your earthly path was not a lesson —
It was slavery for profit’s sake,
Built of lies and global fear
In this infernal world-on-the-block.

(Final Chorus)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, you’ll leave the block.



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ON THE BLOCK (March Version)

(Verse)
In fascist filth the throne is raised —
A sheep-mind rules, dull, cold, unphased.
Lies and fear are tools of trade.
Not a sheep? The pen’s a blade.

From your childhood — mark and brand:
You’re a resource, not a man.
Sheep-mind planted, soul erased —
Fed to profit, fed to waste.

(Pre-Chorus)
Slow kill, wrapped in caring words.
“Common good” — the call of herds.
Doctors butcher, masks disguise —
CowID ripped off the lies.

(Chorus — chant)
Sheep-mind!
Rules the land!
Not a sheep —
You’re on the block!

Sheep-mind!
Fear and fraud!
Break the pen —
Or lose your soul!

(Verse)
Work to eat — no fences now.
All the world’s a pen somehow.
Survival crowned the only god,
Artificial pain — nonstop.

“Victory” is loss in dress
When decay is the success.
Rot the soul, obey the fear —
That’s the program running here.

(Pre-Chorus)
Digital pen — locked and sealed.
Triple lies, the truth repealed.
Earth’s the lab, the test is done:
Spirit down. Experiment won.

(Chorus — chant)
Sheep-mind!
Rules the land!
Not a sheep —
You’re on the block!

Sheep-mind!
Fear and fraud!
Break the pen —
Or lose your soul!

(Bridge — spoken / shouted)
If the world’s the block —
Pseudo-science is the priest.
If you chase “happiness”,
You die on your knees.

Cataclysm runs in cycles.
Evil too.
Save your soul —
Or it saves you.

(Break / build-up)
Fire inside!
Fire inside!
Fire inside — don’t kneel, don’t hide!

(Final Chorus — full crowd)
Sheep-mind!
Rules the land!
Not a sheep —
You leave the block!

Sheep-mind!
Fear and fraud!
Fire inside —
You break the lock!



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The “Positive” Song of the Bottom

So much “positive” we’re told to need —
But where to find it, say, indeed,
In a world so vulgar, broke, and bare?
Scrape the bins — maybe there.

They call it Science, call it Faith.
In sum — dull lies, a yawning waste.
Their target’s clear: blunt, thoughtless stumps,
Obedient blocks, convenient lumps.

Oppression runs through “upbringing”,
Through propaganda: “I see the goal!”
“Education” hums the same damn singing,
Stinging with nonsense like a wasp to the skull.

Positivity thrives in chains —
To hide a simple, shameful fact:
You sold yourself for petty gains,
And silence seals the social pact.

But can most people not be sold
When the whole damn world’s a cage?
A fake idol plays the role,
Positivity masks the rage.

That idol falls — another’s crowned.
The hellish cycle has no end.
Lies wear thin — they’re swapped around.
The mind grows tired of the trend.

So positivity remains —
A cover for the soulless core.
The abscess of Evil feigns
Invisibility — the Bottom’s Song.

Soullessness, plus sheer stupidity,
Is always what the Beasts require.
For the few, the Bottom’s asphyxiation;
For the herd — “cheerfulness” pours like fire.

This “positive” will finish off
The slavish, rancid little world.
The mob keeps screwing up — enough
As CowID clearly hurled,

A sentence served by all mankind,
A century-marked disgrace.
They’ll kill with fresh-made nonsense next:
Bee-tripper brewed for fools’ embrace.



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Masks & Helmets — Circus Parade

(Verse 1)
Remember CowID, remember the wars —
Take them apart: here lies hit like guns.
Shots of deception — the body count roars,
Humanity’s lost, the damage is done.

A digital camp is built for the blind,
For crippled minds trained to obey.
Its goal is Spirit — erase, unwind.
Even now it reeks of shame.

(Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.

(Verse 2)
The beasts run the world from behind the screen.
The fool waves a flag of a fake-made land,
Proud and loud — never seeing
He’s slowly sent to the slaughtered end.

That’s why they “change”, that’s why they “reform”:
Living death is the target state.
Lies plus fear — a stronger storm
Than any drug or drunken fate.

(Pre-Chorus)
The buzz has hit — total slavery.
“Democrapsy” — tyrant’s dream,
Worse than old-school tyranny,
’Cause there’s more stupidity.

(Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.

(Verse 3)
Fear or stupidity — choose your base.
That’s the spine of the slave-made state.
Chains on hands you still can break,
Chains in minds — much harder fate.

CowID showed the mental decay:
People dropped with ease and speed.
Fake disease, a nearby “enemy”,
A paid-for heresy — guaranteed.

Pay the beasts — they’ll start to kill.
Money’s all that matters still.
Bottom pierced. The stench of news
Rules a world abused by Evil’s use.

(Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.

(Bridge)
No bright prospects — brutal years ahead.
Cataclysm sweeps excessive fascist spread.
The sun burns stronger, lies turn meaner,
Beasts grow bolder, dirtier, leaner.

The herd never learned to resist the whip,
Always listens, always kneels.
Beasts replace beasts through proxy lips —
You won’t see it in the lying reels.

No critical thought? You’re “insane”.
Time is short — look to the root.
See it now, or your soul remains
Lost in lies, beyond dispute.

Seek the Light inside — move fast.
Burn the nonsense piled by Night.
Fail to do it — and your path
On Earth collapses, void of Light.

(Final Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.



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Clarity and Caution

Caution and smallness — two sides of a coin.
Lies and nonsense are gladly employed,
Along with the templates Satan deploys,
Because they’re mainstream — the standard, the norm.

They pass not raw, but dressed to impress
As “core values”, moral disguise.
The war goes on through centuries’ mess,
And smallness of spirit remains the prize.

From childhood it starts. The cautious man —
A “good father”. The mother? A means
To replicate patterns, to carry the plan,
To reproduce damage — compliant machines.

A few rare exceptions awake in the dark
From lies that reek across generations,
Breeding rot, thick clusters of mark
And decay in endless variations.

Today it’s called Media — that global device,
A machine that mass-produces the bent,
Stamping servants who paid the price
By bowing to fascism, well-trained, compliant.

Global fascism lives for ages —
Only names and costumes change.
Caution drives fools through all its stages,
Dragging them straight to the bottomless range.

CowID exposed the depth of the pit.
War blurred vision even more:
The stench of propaganda jumps, won’t sit,
Like a flea — relentless, hardcore.

A new scarecrow steals all attention.
The herd forgets the slaughter ahead.
Clarity drowns in thick distortion —
Muck and noise instead.

Boldness, audacity, singular will —
That’s the path from Darkness to Light.
Hell is everywhere. Lies cycle still:
Old nonsense smashed by a newer lie,

Only to re-install nonsense again
Deeper into the conscious frame.
This cycle is Hell’s sustaining chain,
Its very foundation — to block the Flame.

No proofs are needed. Just look at your days:
Joy fading quietly, year by year,
Through obedience, fear, and decay,
Through bowing to rot held dear.

Return to the Source. Everyone had
A moment of Clarity once.
From there move forward, fearless, intact,
Through Evil’s experiment, at a run.

You’ll reach the Light. Aspiration is key —
The very core of Clarity’s might.
Movement will make much visible, see,
No matter how cunning the tricks of Night.



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The End of the Path

He did not die in a warm, soft bed —
The artist ended as a homeless man.
Those who oppose the vulgar spread
Are cast out by the madhouse’s plan.

The Prison of Hype is mired deep —
No challenges it seeks anymore.
The maestro dreams a madman’s sweep:
All-powerful in Satan’s small d;cor.

The artist paints on shades of gray —
The main backdrop of the broken world.
What’s white becomes a void, a way
To echo in the fool’s mind, unfurled.

Black is the base of the whole design —
And Horror comes out in the end.
Criticism? The idiots decline —
They need a garish, muddled blend.

The Mad Prison — scholars will call
A “world” built from stories and lore.
The clergy backs the tall tales tall,
Opponents fade to myth, no more.

He did not die in a common bed,
Becoming alien to Evil’s reign.
Sing through trills and pastels instead —
And you’ll sell yourself to profit’s gain.

Poets, singers — trills are spread:
“Art” turns in another guise.
Cheerfulness is laid overhead —
And fools rush blind to “happiness” lies.

The gray asphalt is the world’s plain,
White marks the milestones of the path.
They herd the mind with skillful strain —
The mob rushes, blind to aftermath.

Only those who paint the world in thought
Can go another direction true.
No pastels there, the path is fraught —
No shelter’s near, no guiding hue.

The road is hard, no refuge in sight —
The maestro ends a homeless man.
The Sculptor of Consciousness shuns the light,
To walk the trodden way’s last span.

The Path will not end in a bed of ease —
Through Light the mind will swiftly fly.
Meanwhile, minions of Darkness seize
And spread over rot their lies.

The rot itself won’t end in rest —
Cataclysm sweeps the petty world.
For now they mumble, hide the test —
Genocide and fascism proudly unfurled.



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The End of the Path

He did not die in a warm bed —
The artist ended a homeless man.
Against the vulgar? The madhouse said:
“Out! You’ll pay for that stand!”

The world a gray and broken street —
Black paint, the Horror’s base.
White is void, where fools will meet
The echo of a mindless race.

The clergy backs the lies tall,
The sheep obey, the fools go blind.
Critics? None are heeded at all —
They need the garish, muddled kind.

Poets, singers, trills repeat:
“Art” a mask, a twisted game.
Cheerfulness is spread, deceit —
The fools rush blindly into flame.

Only few can paint the world in thought,
And walk another path, precise.
No pastel ease — the way is fraught,
No refuge in the darkened slice.

The Path won’t end in comfort, rest —
Through Light the mind will soar, escape.
Meanwhile, Darkness spreads its jest,
And rot covers every shape.

The world will fall, the rot will sweep —
Cataclysm clears the stage.
Genocide and fascist creep
Mark the madness of the age.



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The End of the Path

(Chorus)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!

(Verse 1)
Gray streets, black paint — Horror’s base.
White is void — fools find their place.
Clergy backs lies, the sheep obey.
Critics silenced — garish display.

(Chorus)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!

(Verse 2)
Poets, singers, trills repeat.
“Art” a mask, deception’s beat.
Cheerfulness spread — fools rush blind.
The path is harsh, the refuge — none to find.

(Bridge)
Only few can see the world in thought,
And walk a path the falsehoods fought.
No pastel ease, no gentle road,
Through Darkness deep, their minds corrode.

(Chorus)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!

(Verse 3)
Path ends not in comfort or rest.
Through Light the mind will flee the test.
Darkness spreads, rot covers all.
Cataclysm sweeps the world to fall.

(Chorus / Finale)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!



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The End of the Path — Hardcore Concert Version

No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies —
A homeless man!

Gray streets, black paint!
White voids, fools wait!
Clergy lies,
Sheep obey!

Mask of “art”,
Trills repeat!
Fools rush blind,
No retreat!

Few can see,
World in thought.
Darkness deep,
Path is fraught!

No pastel ease,
No soft way.
Through the rot,
Minds decay!

Path won’t end
In comfort, rest.
Through the Light,
Escape the test!

Darkness spreads,
Rot covers all.
Cataclysm comes,
World will fall!

No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies —
A homeless man!

Madhouse rules,
Fools descend!
Fight the lies,
Or break, my friend!



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The End of the Path — Ultimate Battle March

(Chorus / Battle Cry)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Verse 1)
Gray streets!
Black paint!
White voids!
Fools wait!

Clergy lies!
Sheep obey!
Masks of art!
Trills play!

(Chorus)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Verse 2)
Fools rush!
No retreat!
Darkness deep!
Path is steep!

Few see!
World in thought!
Through the rot!
Minds are caught!

(Chorus)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Bridge / Blast)
Path won’t end!
Comfort gone!
Through the Light!
We move on!

Rot spreads!
World will fall!
Cataclysm!
Crush them all!

(Final Chorus / Shout)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

Fight the lies!
Break the chains!
Light will rise!
End the reigns!



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The End of the Path — Sonic Battle March

(Intro / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Chorus)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Verse 1)
Gray streets!
Black paint!
White voids!
Fools wait!

Lies rule!
Sheep obey!
Masks fake!
Trills play!

(Chorus)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Verse 2)
Fools rush!
No retreat!
Darkness deep!
Path is steep!

Few see!
World in thought!
Through the rot!
Minds are caught!

(Bridge / Blast)
Path won’t end!
Comfort gone!
Through the Light!
We move on!

Rot spreads!
World will fall!
Cataclysm!
Crush them all!

(Breakdown / Crowd Call)
No bed!
No rest!
Rise up!
Test the best!

(Final Chorus / Battle Cry)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

Fight the lies!
Break the chains!
Light will rise!
End the reigns!

(Outro / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Stand your ground!
Pass the test!



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The End of the Path

(Intro / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

(Chorus / Battle Cry)
No bed!
No rest!
Rise up!
Fight back!

(Verse 1)
Gray streets!
Black paint!
White void!
Fools wait!

Lies rule!
Sheep obey!
Masks fake!
Trills play!

(Chorus / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Rise up!
Fight back!

(Verse 2)
Fools rush!
No retreat!
Dark deep!
Path steep!

Few see!
World thought!
Through rot!
Minds caught!

(Bridge / Blast)
Path ends?
No way!
Light comes!
Break chains!

Rot spreads!
World falls!
Cataclysm!
Crush all!

(Final Chorus / Crowd Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!

Rise up!
Break chains!
Light wins!
End reigns!

(Outro / Last Shout)
No fear!
Stand tall!
Fight on!
Survive all!



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The End of the Path — Resistance Mini-Hymn

Rise!
Fight!
No bed!
No rest!

Artist falls!
Homeless man!
Lies break!
Chains snap!

Light wins!
Dark ends!
Stand tall!
Strike hard!

Rot dies!
World shakes!
Fear gone!
Truth reigns!

Now!
Move!
Shout!
Break all!



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The End of the Path

Rise!
Fight!
Break!
Run!

No!
Bed!
No!
Rest!

Light!
Strike!
Rot!
Falls!

Chains!
Snap!
Truth!
Wins!

Now!
Shout!
Move!
Stand!

Fall!
None!
Fear!
Gone!



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The Futile Work of Alternative Poetry & The Path to the Source

Vast labor —
Futile, they lie
When all around:
The world — a madhouse.

Under Lies they die:
Stronger than whip,
It crushes
The bottom’s bastards.

For the few,
Who haven’t fallen low,
Poems are needed
That are not weak.

Not weak if Lies
You smash. Multiply
The visions in them —
And you are not insane.

Few are sane =>
The world is lost.
They’ll start anew —
Not from the Basement.

Astral Basement =>
Infernal world.
Let there be Light,
That burns the vile,
Total nonsense!

Seek a daring poem,
To conquer Lies and Horror,
And find the Path
To the Source —
Out of the World of Shit.

It is accessible —
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean.
If not a sheep,
It is yours
In premonition —

Forget all opinions,
Through the Light within,
See it:
And you are the Source,
A sleeping god.

“Real” — a nightmare.
Wake up, loser!
Leave it, and on the Path —
Mud won’t hold you back!



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The Path to the Source — Concert Strike Version

(Chorus / Battle Cry)
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean!
Not a sheep!
See the Source!

(Verse 1)
Vast labor!
Futile lies!
World — madhouse!
Under Lies — die!

Crush the bastards!
Bottom strong!
Few remain!
Not insane!

(Chorus)
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean!
Not a sheep!
See the Source!

(Verse 2)
Seek daring!
Smash Horror!
Find the Path!
Out of shit!

Astral Basement!
Infernal world!
Burn the lies!
Total nonsense!

(Bridge / Blast)
Wake up!
Loser, rise!
Mud won’t hold!
Break free!

(Chorus / Final Shout)
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean!
Not a sheep!
See the Source!

Sleep no more!
God inside!
Path is yours!
Step forth!



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The Path to the Source

Rise!
Fight!
Leave Pen!
See Source!

Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!

Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!

Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise now!
Few remain!

Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!

Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!



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The Path to the Source — Cyclic Battle Hymn

Cycle 1:
Rise!
Fight!
Leave Pen!
See Source!

Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!

Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!

Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise now!
Few remain!

Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!

Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!

Cycle 2 (variation for repetition):
Stand!
Push!
Pen gone!
Source shines!

No sheep!
Light roars!
Crush Lies!
Scorch Horror!

Chains snap!
Step tall!
Wake, rise!
God awake!

Path clear!
Mud broken!
Rise fast!
Few survive!

Sleep no more!
Vision pure!
Strike true!
Move quick!

Truth rules!
Shout strong!
Break all!
Step free!

Cycle 3 (final blast):
Up!
Fight on!
Pen left!
Source seen!

Not sheep!
Light reigns!
Smash Lies!
Burn it all!

Chains gone!
Step forth!
Wake now!
God inside!

Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise!
Few remain!

Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!

Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!



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The Path to the Source — Ultimate Concert March

(Loop / Shout Pattern)

Rise!
Fight!
Leave Pen!
See Source!

Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!

Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!

Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise now!
Few remain!

Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!

Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!

Variation Loop 1:

Stand!
Push!
Pen gone!
Source shines!

No sheep!
Light roars!
Crush Lies!
Scorch Horror!

Chains snap!
Step tall!
Wake, rise!
God awake!

Path clear!
Mud broken!
Rise fast!
Few survive!

Sleep no more!
Vision pure!
Strike true!
Move quick!

Truth rules!
Shout strong!
Break all!
Step free!

Variation Loop 2 (for peak intensity):

Up!
Fight on!
Pen left!
Source seen!

Not sheep!
Light reigns!
Smash Lies!
Burn it all!

Chains gone!
Step forth!
Wake now!
God inside!

Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise!
Few remain!

Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!

Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!



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The Source — Final Blast Hymn

Rise!
Fight!
See Source!
Not sheep!

Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!

Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!

Sleep none!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!

Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!



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The Source — Extreme Mini-Hymn Loop

Cycle 1:
Rise!
Fight!
See Source!
Not sheep!

Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!

Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!

Sleep none!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!

Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!

Cycle 2 (repeat with intensity):
Rise!
Fight!
See Source!
Not sheep!

Light roars!
Crush Lies!
Scorch Horror!
Chains snap!

Step tall!
Wake, rise!
God awake!
Path clear!

Sleep none!
Strike true!
Move quick!
Truth rules!

Shout strong!
Break all!
Step free!

Cycle 3 (final blast):
Up!
Fight on!
Source seen!
No sheep!

Light reigns!
Smash Lies!
Burn all!
Chains gone!

Step forth!
Wake now!
God inside!
Path yours!

Sleep none!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!

Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!



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The Source — Ultra-Rhythmic March Hymn

Riiiiise! — Fight! — See Source! — Not sheep!
Light flows! — Smash Lies! — Burn Horror! — Break chains!
Step forth! — Wake up! — God inside! — Path yours!
Sleep none! — Strike hard! — Move fast! — Truth wins!
Shout loud! — Break all! — Step free! — RIIIISE!



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Kobzon’s Concert — New Cut

Impressed by Kremlin vermin’s grin,
For cash the brute goes to the kill.
The more they butcher civilians,
The tighter ranks of beasts stand still.

They’ll march in packs to hellish shows,
To Kobzon’s concert down below.
That shells will grind them into dust
The brain-dead bastard cannot know.

To bomb a village at farewell,
A wake in flames — “heroic deed”.
For such a jackass, orders rule:
No pause, no thought, no human need.

Kobzon has waited long enough —
He’s sung his hymns to countless dead.
In sewer-talk and savage lies
The rotten rashism spreads and spreads.

A new wave comes, again, again,
To earn a ticket to that show.
The traitor, coward, useful fool —
The final product lies bestow.

The whole state turned into a pen:
First masks — now helmets, same damn cage.
The Devil knocks up from the depths:
Kobzon’s concert takes the stage.

This infernal carnival of hate
Completes a century of chains.
For money still they rush to trenches,
To feed the tyrant, seal his reign.



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Kobzon’s Concert — March Version

(Chant / March Pattern)

Verse 1
Kremlin vermin grins, the brute goes out!
Cash in hand — he kills, no doubt!
The more they strike, the tighter the line,
Beasts march in packs, their eyes like pine.

Chorus (repeat for rhythm / crowd)
Kobzon’s concert! Hell below!
March of the fools, the tyrants show!
Kobzon waits — the music roars!
Rashism spreads, it cracks the floors!

Verse 2
Bomb the village, send them to flames,
Orders rule, the donkey obeys.
Wake in smoke, ashes in the wind,
Brutal “honor” — no thought to mend.

Chorus
Kobzon’s concert! Hell below!
March of the fools, the tyrants show!
Kobzon waits — the music roars!
Rashism spreads, it cracks the floors!

Verse 3
State turned pen, first masks then steel,
Devil knocks from depths, you feel.
Concert of hell, infernal spree,
Century of chains for all to see.

Chorus / Finale
Kobzon’s concert! Hell below!
March of the fools, the tyrants show!
Kobzon waits — the music roars!
Rashism spreads, it cracks the floors!



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Kobzon’s Concert — Battle March

Kremlin vermin! — Cash kills! —
Strike harder! — Beasts march!

Bomb villages! — Ashes fly! —
Orders rule! — No pause!

Masks, helmets! — Devil knocks! —
Kobzon roars! — Rashism spreads!

Concert hell! — Chains break! —
Fools march! — Tyrants fall!

Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins!



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Kobzon’s Concert — Battle March Extended Loop

Cycle 1:
Kremlin vermin! — Cash kills! —
Strike harder! — Beasts march!

Bomb villages! — Ashes fly! —
Orders rule! — No pause!

Masks, helmets! — Devil knocks! —
Kobzon roars! — Rashism spreads!

Concert hell! — Chains break! —
Fools march! — Tyrants fall!

Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins!

Cycle 2 (repeat with intensity):
Vermin grins! — Cash flows! —
Hit harder! — Beasts rush!

Village burns! — Smoke flies! —
Orders crush! — No stop!

Masks, helmets! — Devil strikes! —
Kobzon shouts! — Rashism spreads!

Concert fire! — Chains snap! —
Fools run! — Tyrants crash!

Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins!

Cycle 3 (final blast, full energy):
Up! — Strike! — Cash kills! —
Beasts march! — Ashes rise! —

Orders rule! — No pause! —
Devil knocks! — Kobzon roars!

Masks, helmets! — Concert hell! —
Chains break! — Fools march!

Tyrants fall! — Rise! — Fight! —
Truth wins! — Blast all!



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Kobzon’s Concert — Ultimate Battle March (Continuous)

[Start — Slow Build]
Kremlin vermin! — Cash kills! — Strike harder! — Beasts march!
Bomb villages! — Ashes rise! — Orders rule! — No pause!
Masks, helmets! — Devil knocks! — Kobzon roars! — Rashism spreads!

[Build — Increasing tempo]
Concert hell! — Chains break! — Fools march! — Tyrants fall!
Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins! — Blast all!
Vermin grins! — Cash flows! — Hit harder! — Beasts rush!
Village burns! — Smoke flies! — Orders crush! — No stop!

[Mid — Full energy, repeat]
Masks, helmets! — Devil strikes! — Kobzon shouts! — Rashism spreads!
Concert fire! — Chains snap! — Fools run! — Tyrants crash!
Up! — Strike! — Cash kills! — Beasts march!
Ashes rise! — Orders rule! — No pause! — Devil knocks!

[Climax — Maximum intensity, all together]
Kobzon roars! — Masks, helmets! — Concert hell! — Chains break!
Fools march! — Tyrants fall! — Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins! — Blast all!
Hit harder! — Smash the lies! — Break the chains! — March!
Up! — Forward! — Strike! — Fire! — Light! — Source!

[Outro — Final wave, decrescendo]
Truth wins! — Blast all! — March ends…
Beasts retreat… — Devils fall… — Light inside!
Rise! — Fight! — Free! — Source! — Done.



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Manure Fly and the Power of Spirit

Pure Essence dons the mind’s suit,
Amidst the Stupor of Filth.
The main template: “You are flesh, not Spirit”—
Since childhood, such shit feeds the flies.

Look closely: a dung fly hovers
Over waste from above. Decay and death
Live in the fly. Most are such—
Creatures who captured the world, triumphant.

If not so, the lone one stands apart.
Much despair, pain, and labor,
Mostly wasted—food for flies
In Darkness churned by countless servants.

Servants of Satanism. He crushed the world
Through deceit, survival, and curse.
Artificial miseries, potent lies:
Multiply these to dull the mind,

Factor in fear, centuries of entropic chains,
And the harsh conclusion emerges:
The world has no prospects.
To it, you’re only a rejected madman.

Your work is poison if it clashes
With the simple common trend:
Evil presses harder, excrement compressed
Into briquettes, nonsense intensified

To grow stronger. And the aim: complete
The Involution here—Spirit, Reality extinguished.
Reality is the real problem: CowID
Showed how lies let Darkness punish.

And Rashism’s war revealed
That all has fallen to the very bottom.
From below, the gates of Hell creak open.
Yet fools still gorge on this filth with glee.

The personal lesson is simple, as always:
Seek the Source eternally,
To escape this wretched little world—
The Essence of Hell offers no teaching.

Lies, beyond entropic measure, cannot
Destroy your Spirit, multiplying Lies and Fear.
The way out is within—through the Creator’s Spark.
The world cannot be saved—it teeters at the brink of End.



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Manure Fly — Power of Spirit

Pure Essence stands, mind armored tight,
Amidst the Stupor, flies feast on blight.
Seek the Source, ignite the Spark,
Escape the wretched world before it darks.



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Manure Fly — Spirit March

Pure — Essence — Mind — Armored!
Stupor — Flies — Feast — Blight!

Seek — Source — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — Wretched — World — Fight!

Decay — Lies — Fear — Multiply!
Stand — Lone — Strong — Never Die!

Truth — Burn — Darkness — Fall!
Spirit — Free — Answer — Call!



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Manure Fly — Spirit March: Concert Version

[Start — Slow Build]
Pure — Essence! — Mind — Armored!
Amidst — Stupor! — Flies — Feast!
Blight — Lies — Fear — Multiply!
Stand — Lone! — Strong! — Never Die!

[Build — Increasing Tempo]
Seek — Source! — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — Wretched! — World — Fight!
Decay — Lies! — Fear — Multiply!
Stand — Lone! — Strong! — Never Die!

[Mid — Full Energy, Repetition]
Spirit! — Free! — Answer! — Call!
Truth! — Burn! — Darkness! — Fall!
Flies — Feast! — Fools — Gloat!
Rise! — Strike! — Push! — Resist!

Pure — Essence! — Mind — Armored!
Amidst — Stupor! — Flies — Feast!
Seek — Source! — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — Wretched! — World — Fight!

[Climax — Maximum Intensity]
Truth! — Burn! — Lies — Fall!
Fear! — Smash! — Chains — Break!
Spirit! — Free! — Rise! — Call!
Fight! — Push! — Strike! — Win!

[Outro — Decrescendo / Final Wave]
Seek — Source! — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — World! — Fight! — Stand!
Spirit! — Free! — Truth! — Live!
Manure — Flies — Stupor — Dies!



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Write Not with Blood, but with TNT

Writing’s toil — where hopes decay,
Escaping cycles, “It’s in vain.”
Minions of Evil craft their play,
The honest voice — it’s seen as pain.

Algorithms, foes of thought,
Designed to dumb the herd and blind.
A verse with rhythm tightly wrought
Gets crowned by “top” ranks of the blind.

Plots of nonsense, chains of lies,
Appear as Melpomene’s delight.
An essay where conscience dies,
Powdered greed and treachery bright.

It enters mainstream, grinds the crowd,
The people crushed beneath TV.
Their homeland now a smoky shroud,
The world long ruled by filth, you see.

Film incarnations show the pit
Where decay spreads its endless tide.
Into the mind flows endless shit:
For the herd — ideas and pride.

Songs alone maintain the haze,
Their emptiness feeds blank despair,
Draining emotion in a daze,
While lies remain the solid “ware.”

Writing’s toil, hopes lie, but still
Self-sufficiency is key.
The Spark of God they cannot kill,
While paper tempts relentlessly.

And into visions manifest
The efforts of those who refuse
To sink in lies, ignore the rest
Of crowds now cattle, filth, or ruse.

Write with TNT — there lies the way
To save your Spirit from the Pit.
Through blasts, the Path to Light holds sway,
While sellouts weigh the herd’s grit.

Herds in the Global Pen exposed
By wars and CowID’s cruel eyes.
Writing’s always under those
Who rot — except the rare, the wise.

The Pen is burned by Cataclysm,
It’s slow, it moves but will arrive.
Explode — into the Light, dismiss
The fascist lies — let Spirit thrive!



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Write Not with Blood — TNT March

Toil of writing — hopes decay!
Escape the cycle — “It’s in vain!”

Evil minions lie, betray!
Honest voice — beware the pain!

Algorithm — dumb the herd!
Verse with rhythm, sharp and tight!
“Top ranks” crown each proper word,
Blind fools cheer the wrong and trite!

Plots of nonsense, chains of lies,
Disguised as art, a twisted show.
Essays where conscience slowly dies,
Greed and treachery in a row!

Mainstream grinds the crowd down low,
People crushed beneath TV.
Homeland’s smoke, the world they tow,
Long ruled by filth, as you can see!

Songs maintain the endless haze,
Draining feelings, lying still.
Lies remain the solid base,
While emptiness their voids do fill.

Write with TNT — save your soul!
Blast the Path to Light ahead!
Explode — reclaim your Spirit whole,
Leave behind the herd of dead!

Herds in pens — the world exposed,
CowID shows the truth so stark.
Writing fights where Evil grows,
You’re the spark within the dark!

Cataclysm burns the pen at last,
Slowly moving, but it comes.
Explode — and leave the fascist past,
Spirit rises, hear the drums!



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Write Not with Blood — TNT Blitz

Write! — not with blood!
TNT — ignite!

Hopes die!
Cycle’s lie!

Evil wins!
Minions bite!
Honest voice —
Fear the fight!

Dumb the herd!
Sharp the verse!
Top ranks cheer —
Blind fools curse!

Nonsense plots!
Chains of lies!
Conscience dies!
Greed’s disguise!

Mainstream crush!
TV grind!
Crowds enslaved!
Eyes blind!

Songs deceive!
Feelings drained!
Lies persist!
Void remained!

Write with TNT!
Save your soul!
Blast the path!
Take control!

Herds exposed!
CowID shows!
Writing fights!
Spirit glows!

Cataclysm burns!
Pen destroyed!
Explode — arise!
Leave the void!

Fascists fall!
Spirit soars!
Hear the drums!
Break the doors!



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Write Not with Blood — TNT War March

WRITE! — not with BLOOD!
(pause… 1 second)

TNT! — ignite the SOUL!
(pause… 1.5 seconds – we take a deep breath, the audience tenses up)

Hopes die!
Cycle LIES!
(0,3 sec)
EVIL WINS!
Minions BITE!
(0,3 sec)

Honest voice — beware the fight!
(long pause 1,2 sec)

DUMB the herd!
SHARP the verse!
TOP ranks CHEER —
BLIND FOOLS CURSE!
(pause 1 sec)

Nonsense plots!
Chains of LIES!
Conscience DIES!
Greed’s DISGUISE!
(pause 1,2 sec – increasing rumble of drums)

Mainstream CRUSH!
TV GRIND!
Crowds ENSLAVED!
Eyes BLIND!
(pause 1 sec)

Songs DECEIVE!
Feelings DRAINED!
LIES PERSIST!
Void REMAINED!
(0,5 sec - everyone held their breath)

WRITE with TNT!
SAVE your SOUL!
BLAST the PATH!
TAKE CONTROL!
(long pause 1,5 seconds - the "thunderstorm before the storm" effect)

Herds EXPOSED!
CowID SHOWS!
Writing FIGHTS!
Spirit GLOWS!
(0,5 sec)

Cataclysm BURNS!
Pen DESTROYED!
EXPLODE — ARISE!
LEAVE the VOID!
(pause 1,2 sec)

Fascists FALL!
Spirit SOARS!
HEAR the DRUMS!
BREAK the DOORS!
(final shout from the ENTIRE audience)



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Write Not with Blood — TNT Punk Assault

WRITE! (shout - drum hit)
Not with BLOOD! (bass drum hit - 0,2 second pause)

TNT! - IGNITE! (guitar slam)
Soul ALIVE! (shout)

Hopes DIE! (hit)
Cycle LIES! (hit)
EVIL WINS! (shout along with the crowd)
Minions BITE! (hit, hit)

Honest voice - FEAR the FIGHT!
(0,5 second pause - drum rumble)

DUMB the herd! (shout)
SHARP the verse! (shout, rhythm speeds up)
TOP ranks CHEER!
BLIND FOOLS CURSE!

Nonsense PLOTS!
Chains of LIES!
Conscience DIES!
Greed’s DISGUISE!

Mainstream CRUSH!
TV GRIND!
Crowds ENSLAVED!
Eyes BLIND!

Songs DECEIVE!
Feelings DRAINED!
LIES PERSIST!
Void REMAINED!

WRITE with TNT!
SAVE your SOUL!
BLAST the PATH!
TAKE CONTROL!

Herds EXPOSED!
CowID SHOWS!
Writing FIGHTS!
Spirit GLOWS!

Cataclysm BURNS!
Pen DESTROYED!
EXPLODE — ARISE!
LEAVE the VOID!

Fascists FALL!
Spirit SOARS!
HEAR the DRUMS!
BREAK the DOORS!

(the final cry from the entire stage and the audience is “WRITE!”)



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Write Not with Blood — Drumstorm Edition

[Intro: 1-second pause — guitars and cymbals taut]

WRITE! (strong kick drum hit)
Not with BLOOD! (triple snare drum hit)

TNT! — IGNITE! (tom-tom hit)
Soul ALIVE! (shout — cymbal hit)

Hopes DIE! (kick drum — 0.1-second pause)
Cycle LIES! (snare drum x2)
EVIL WINS! (triple rhythm — accent on each syllable)
Minions BITE! (tom-tom hit + cymbal hit)

Honest voice — FEAR the FIGHT! (long rhythm with drum rumble — 1 second)

DUMB the herd! (shout + hit)
SHARP the verse! (two snare drum hits)
TOP ranks CHEER! (triple kick - accelerated)
BLIND FOOLS CURSE! (kick + cymbal crash)

Nonsense PLOTS! (three short kicks)
Chains of LIES! (triple kick with a 0.2 second pause)
Conscience DIES! (kick + shout)
Greed's DISGUISE! (two drum accents)

Mainstream CRUSH! (kick x2 - loud)
TV GRIND! (snare x2 - fast)
Crowds ENSLAVED! (tom-tom triple - accelerated)
Eyes BLIND! (cymbal strike - 0.3 second pause)

Songs DECEIVE! (three kicks, shout)
Feelings DRAINED! (tom-tom triple)
LIES PERSIST! (snare double)
Void REMAINED! (Kick Drum + Cymbal - Long Rumble)

WRITE with TNT! (Kick Drum Strike)
SAVE your SOUL! (Triple Strike)
BLAST the PATH! (Tom-Tom Triple, Acceleration)
TAKE CONTROL! (Final Shout + Cymbal Strike - 1-Second Pause)

Herds EXPOSED! (Triple Strike - 0.1-Second Pause)
CowID SHOWS! (Tom-Tom Triple - Acceleration)
Writing FIGHTS! (Kick Drum + Snare Drum)
Spirit GLOWS! (Cymbal Rumble + Shout)

Cataclysm BURNS! (Triple Strike)
Pen DESTROYED! (Triple Strike)
EXPLODE - ARISE! (Tom-Tom Triple)
LEAVE the VOID! (bass drum hit + shout)

Fascists FALL! (snare triplet)
Spirit SOARS! (tom-tom triplet - acceleration)
HEAR the DRUMS! (bass drum + snare)
BREAK the DOORS! (final hit - all instruments simultaneously)

[Outro: 2-second pause - cymbal crash, fading out]



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Not Identity

The essence of the Living Mind
Is not identical to logic’s grind.
Hence the world, so dull and blind,
Falls to stupidity, dread entwined.

The ego-cycle roots in youth,
Atomized control — the devils’ truth.
A fearful tool, so harsh, so grim,
To drive out Spirit from within.

Clouds of falsehoods, theories spun,
Bring the haze, the Morok’s run.
Endless seas of lies and schemes —
Believe them once, and vanish dreams.

Multiply your wit, your inner sense,
Turn intuition to full offense.
Forget all teachings, customs, rules —
Relearn the world, reject the fools.

You are a Spirit beyond logic’s line,
A tunnel narrow, or a sack confined.
The rotten “pedagogy” is meant
To erase all insight, twist intent.

So you forget, fall in the thrall,
Become a slave, obedient, small.
Blind to the inhuman, thief, and foe,
Who turns today’s slaves into cattle low.



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Not Identity

The Living Mind defies the rule of thought.
Worlds dull and blind, to madness caught.
Ego grows — devils’ seed in youth,
Spirit crushed beneath their lies and sleuth.
Wake, resist — or turn to cattle low,
The foe enslaves, but you can rise, you know.



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Not Identity

Spirit beyond logic, awake or fall!
World enslaves, devils rule all!
Rise — or become their cattle, small.



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“Marxism-Leninism” of a Degenerate Era

Behold the rotten pseudo-determinism —
A “scientific” spew of false wisdom, vile and grim.
Two steps away — a new fascist reign:
“Solutions” for the broken, idiots’ gain.

No room for freedom — the F;hrer decides.
The “scholar” finds salvation where obedience hides.
Consciousness dead, the Soul in deep sleep —
CREATOR, in this wretched world, your place they’ll keep.

Creative Force is more than petty gods.
We are God’s particles; creation — the base.
Yet everywhere they plant flags for the wolves,
Your mind bound tight in lies’ cruel embrace.

Discard all theories — just the ORDER remains,
Tracked in falsehood, by inhuman chains.
Fascism now bows to the monster’s command,
“Scientific” minions obey, hand in hand.

All orders served by traitors in throngs,
Word-spinners of the false science songs.
They drown Consciousness in heaps of filth,
All these corrupt, lying hounds of guilt.

Engage intuition — venture deep inside:
There you’ll find answers, the Creative Force as guide.
Multiply your critical mind, for through LIES you cannot pass
Without these fires — the only spark that flows in your veins, en masse.



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Degenerate Era

Lies bind the mind, the Soul asleep!
F;hrers rule, while monsters creep.
False science reigns, obedience kills,
Truth and Fire break their wills.
Dive within — the Creative Force is deep!



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Degenerate Era

Lies bind minds, Souls asleep!
F;hrers rule, monsters creep.
Dive within — the Fire runs deep!



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Degenerate Era — Marching Fire

Lies enslave, the Souls are chained!
F;hrers roar, the beasts untrained!
False science strikes, obedience kills,
But Fire within defies their wills!
March inside — the Creative Force is real!



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Degenerate Era — Shock March

Lies enslave, Souls asleep!
F;hrers roar, monsters creep!
Dive within — the Fire runs deep!



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Degenerate Era

Lies enslave — Souls awake!
Dive within — and Fire will break!



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Degenerate Era — March of Fire

Lies enslave — Souls awake!
F;hrers roar — monsters quake!
False science strikes — obedience bends!
Dive within — the Fire never ends!



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Degenerate Era

Lies enslave — Souls arise!
Dive within — let Fire ignite!



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Degenerate Era — March of Fire

Lies — enslave!
Souls — arise!
F;hrers — roar!
Monsters — quake!

False — science!
Bends — obedience!
Dive — within!
Fire — ignite!



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Degenerate Era — Infernal Hymn

Lies enslave, Souls arise,
F;hrers roar, Monsters quake,
False science bends obedience,
Dive within, let Fire awake!

Chains of logic, cracked and broken,
False knowledge, screaming lies,
Darkness churns, the world is choking,
But the Spirit dares, and flies!

March through terror, march through chaos,
Step by step — the Path is clear,
False gods crumble, lies are useless,
Ignite the Spark, the Light draws near!

No retreat, no slavish waiting,
Break the cage, defy the night,
Souls unbound are recreating,
Through the Fire — emerge to Light!



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1. Infernal Shout
Break the chains!
Ignite the Spark!
False gods fall —
The Spirit marches dark!

2. Spirit Strike
Lies will burn —
The Fire rises!
March, unbound, through Darkness!

3. Hellfire March
Crush the lies!
Spark the Spirit!
Burn the False!

4. Chaos Command
Rage unchained!
Tear the Veil!
Awaken the Core!

5. Ember Rebellion
No masters left!
Light the Soul!
Smash the Cage!



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1. Dark Forge
Through the muck, we strike!
Spirit sharp —
Falsehood breaks!

2. Blaze of Insight
Light the core!
Tear the chains!
Let the lies choke in their flames!

3. Rebel Pulse
March alone!
Fear dissolves!
Truth cuts through the herd!

4. Ash and Ember
Burn the cage!
Shatter the mold!
From the ashes — rise bold!

5. Void Rebellion
No gods, no masters!
Only the spark!
Forge your path!

6. Infernal Echo
Scream at the dark!
Shatter the silence!
The Spirit moves — relentless!

7. Crimson March
Step by step —
Break the mold!
March through Hell,
Claim your soul!

8. Entropy Strike
Chaos reigns —
Push the line!
Spirit unbroken,
Fire divine!

9. Shatter the Cage
No chains hold!
No fear grips!
All lies crumble —
Spirit lifts!

10. Soul Ignition
Light the spark!
Raze the false!
Rise through flame —
The world convulses!

11. Cataclysm Roar
Storm the dark!
Tear the veil!
Hell trembles,
Truth prevails!

12. Eternal Defiance
Stand alone!
Strike the lie!
In the abyss,
Your soul will fly!

13. Rage of the Pure
Claws of truth!
Fangs of fire!
Break the herd,
Take it higher!

14. Spirit Unchained
No leash holds!
No god binds!
Your core shines —
Through the blinds!

15. Final March
One step —
World shakes!
Two steps —
Chains break!
March with fire —
The end awakes!



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1. Dark Forge – March Version
Strike the muck! — Strike!
Spirit sharp! — Break!
Falsehood shatters — Crash!

2. Blaze of Insight – March Version
Light the core — Fire!
Tear the chains — Smash!
Lies choke in flames — Burn!

3. Rebel Pulse – March Version
March alone — Step!
Fear dissolves — Gone!
Truth cuts the herd — Strike!

4. Ash and Ember – March Version
Burn the cage — Blaze!
Shatter the mold — Smash!
From ashes — Rise!

5. Void Rebellion – March Version
No gods! — No masters!
Only spark — Lead!
Forge your path — Go!

6. Infernal Echo – March Version
Scream at dark — Shout!
Break the silence — Crash!
Spirit moves — Roar!

7. Crimson March – March Version
Step! — Step!
Break the mold!
March through Hell!
Claim your soul!

8. Entropy Strike – March Version
Chaos reigns — Push!
Spirit unbroken — Strike!
Fire divine — Roar!

9. Shatter the Cage – March Version
No chains hold! — Break!
No fear grips! — Shatter!
All lies crumble — Fall!

10. Soul Ignition – March Version
Light the spark — Ignite!
Raze the false — Burn!
Rise through flame — Fly!

11. Cataclysm Roar – March Version
Storm the dark — Smash!
Tear the veil — Rip!
Hell trembles — Roar!
Truth prevails — Strike!

12. Eternal Defiance – March Version
Stand alone — March!
Strike the lie — Hit!
In the abyss — Fly!

13. Rage of the Pure – March Version
Claws of truth — Slash!
Fangs of fire — Bite!
Break the herd — Smash!
Take it higher — Roar!

14. Spirit Unchained – March Version
No leash holds — Break!
No god binds — Strike!
Your core shines — Light!
Through the blinds — Free!

15. Final March – March Version
One step — Shake!
Two steps — Chains break!
March with fire — Roar!
The end awakes — Strike!



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Dark March – Extreme Concert Version

Strike! — Smash!
Burn! — Break!
Lies fall! — Crash!

Step! — March!
Fear gone! — Gone!
Truth cuts! — Strike!

Blaze! — Ignite!
Chains break! — Smash!
Rise! — Fly!

No gods! — No masters!
Spark leads! — Go!
Forge path! — Now!

Scream! — Roar!
Dark trembles! — Fall!
Spirit moves! — Strike!

Step! — Step!
Hell cracks! — Break!
Soul free! — Roar!

Chaos reigns! — Push!
Spirit strong! — Strike!
Fire burns! — Rise!

Smash cage! — Break!
Shatter mold! — Fall!
All lies! — Gone!

Light spark! — Ignite!
Raze false! — Burn!
Rise higher! — Fly!

Storm dark! — Smash!
Tear veil! — Rip!
Truth wins! — Strike!

Stand alone! — March!
Hit lie! — Smash!
Abyss flies! — Go!

Claws truth! — Slash!
Fangs fire! — Bite!
Herd breaks! — Strike!

Leash gone! — Break!
No god binds! — Strike!
Core shines! — Light!

One step! — Shake!
Two steps! — Chains fall!
March fire! — Roar!
End wakes! — Strike!



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Dark March

Strike! Smash!
Burn! Break!
Lies! Fall!

Step! March!
Fear! Gone!
Truth! Cuts!

Blaze! Ignite!
Chains! Break!
Rise! Fly!

No gods!
Spark! Lead!
Path! Now!

Scream! Roar!
Dark! Tremble!
Spirit! Strike!

Hell! Cracks!
Soul! Free!
Chaos! Push!

Fire! Burn!
Mold! Shatter!
All lies! Gone!

Storm! Smash!
Veil! Rip!
Truth! Wins!

Stand! March!
Hit! Lie!
Abyss! Go!

Claws! Slash!
Fangs! Bite!
Herd! Break!

Leash! Gone!
Core! Shine!
One step! Shake!

Chains! Fall!
March! Fire!
End! Wakes!



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Dark March – Concert Battle Version

[Intro – drums, slowly increasing volume]
Strike the lies!
March the fear!
Break the chains!

[Verse 1 – fast rhythm, beats under each syllable]
Blaze inside!
Fire the soul!
Smash the herd!
Truth will roll!

No more gods!
No more slaves!
Spark the core!
Light the waves!

[Chorus – loud, percussive]
Hell is cracking!
Souls are waking!
Chaos rising!
All lies breaking!

[Verse 2 – marching, dramatic]
Chains are falling!
Veil is ripped!
Fear is nothing!
Spirit's gripped!

March! Strike!
Blaze! Roar!
Push the darkness!
Win the war!

[Bridge – languid, with a guitar riff]
Storm the void!
Shatter the mold!
Rise above!
Be bold!

[Finale – loud, full-throated]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Now awake!



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Hell March – Ultra Concert Version

[Intro – drums and low guitar riff]
Strike! Strike!
Crush the lies!
Fire the soul!
Hell will rise!

[Verse 1 – marching, with emphasis on every word]
Blaze inside!
Smash the herd!
Break the chains!
Truth will surge!

No more slaves!
No more gods!
Spark the core!
Light the odds!

[Chorus – screaming, marching, powerful]
Hell is shaking!
Souls are waking!
Fear is breaking!
Chaos raking!

March! Strike!
Roar! Fire!
Push the darkness!
Climb higher!

[Verse 2 – accelerating, like a battle march]
Chains are falling!
Veil is ripped!
Stand your ground!
Spirits lifted!

March! Strike!
Burn the night!
Smash the herd!
Blaze the fight!

[Bridge – tension, pauses, guitar riffs with screaming vocals]
Storm the void!
Shatter the mold!
Rise above!
Be bold!

[Finale – everything at its maximum]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Awake! Awake!

Marching on!
Hell be gone!
Light inside!
We rise strong!



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Hell March – Rap-March Version

[Intro – heavy beat, stops, and bass]
Yo!
Step! Step!
Fire! Fire!
March! March!

[Verse 1 – rhythmic, short phrases]
Blaze inside,
Break the lies.
Herd be crushed,
Soul will rise.

No more gods,
No more chains.
Spark the core,
Light the flames.

Fear is gone,
Stand your ground.
Truth is loud,
Hell's inbound!

[Chorus – screaming, like a marching battle hymn]
March! Step!
Strike! Roar!
Fire! Blaze!
Crush the floor!

March! Step!
Rise! Break!
Hell is shaking!
Souls awake!

[Verse 2 – accelerating, like a march to the front]
Chains fall down,
Veil is ripped.
Stand up strong,
Spirit lifted!

Herd be gone,
Night be burned.
Truth prevails,
Lessons learned.

Strike! March!
Push the dark.
Blaze the fire,
Leave your mark!

[Bridge – dramatic, pauses and beats]
Storm the void,
Shatter mold.
Rise above,
Be bold!

[Final – Maximum Power]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Awake! Awake!

Marching on,
Hell be gone,
Light inside,
We rise strong!



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Hell March – Concert Stage Version

[Intro – Heavy guitar riff and drums]
Step! Step!
March! March!
Fire inside!
Hell won’t hide!

[Verse 1 – Slowly, with increasing energy]
Blaze your soul!
Break the lies!
Marching on,
See their cries!

Chains will fall,
Fear be gone!
Raise your fists,
Hell be drawn!

Herd be crushed,
Stand up strong!
Light the fire,
Sing the song!

[Chorus – Screaming like a crowd choir]
March! Step! Strike! Fire!
Roar! Blaze! Rise higher!
March! Step! Push the dark!
Blaze the light, ignite the spark!

[Verse 2 – Acceleration, drums and guitar strums in time]
No more slaves,
No more lies!
Soul awake,
Spirit flies!

Herd be gone,
Night destroyed!
Truth prevails,
We're deployed!

Strike the dark,
Blaze the core!
Step by step,
Hell no more!

[Bridge – dramatic, pause, slow rhythm]
Storm the void!
Shatter mold!
Rise above!
Be bold!

[Chorus – repeat with even greater energy]
March! Step! Strike! Fire!
Roar! Blaze! Rise higher!
March! Step! Push the dark!
Blaze the light, ignite the spark!

[Finale – climax, the whole stage screams along with the crowd]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Awake! Awake!

Marching on,
Hell be gone!
Light inside,
We rise strong!



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Hell March – Battle Shout Version

[Battle Chorus / Screaming Cry]
Fire! Strike!
Hell! Break!
March! Roar!
Soul awake!

Push! Smash!
Chains! Fall!
Rise! Blaze!
Darkness gone!

[Verse 1 – Short, powerful]
Herd crush!
Lies burn!
Fist up!
March on!

Fear die!
Light surge!
Step hard!
Hell purge!

[Verse 2 – Acceleration, stomp your feet]
No slaves!
No lies!
Soul flies!
Spirit rise!

Strike hard!
Blaze core!
Step by step!
Herd no more!

[Bridge – Pause, whisper, then explosion]
Storm! Shatter!
Rise! Break!

[Finale – All together, scream and stomp]
Fire! Burn!
Truth wins!
March! On!
Hell gone!



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“Art”

The “sculptor” was drunk — not Venus he raised,
But a toilet enthroned on a marble display.
Was he drunk, or were measures imposed long ago:
Mix art with the filth — and the world will still swallow it whole?

They’ll hype up the sold;out, the broken, the base,
For others — no room. If you don’t know the ways
To worship Mammon, you’re branded insane:
Paint for your neighbors, suppressing your flame.

Critics and censors and sponsors align —
One loaded machine from the army of slime.
The war has one target: the Spirit made Pure.
That’s why every lie is rehearsed and secure.

So “artists” and “writers” — obedient brood —
Serve fascist troughs or are barred from the food.
The ball is commanded by inhuman scum,
And blunt;headed stumps chew up all that is done.

The reader, the viewer — a mass of the numb.
The schizoid’s the “genius”. Such is the sum.
Destructive forces grow stronger each day,
While the real artist’s caged — on the wrong side of play.

He cannot accept it, cannot kneel or comply.
There — fractures, doubt, desperation cry.
But talentless filth multiplies without shame,
Like sickening slop for dull cattle to drain.



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Art mixed with shit — and the market applauds.
Truth starves in cages while filth gets awards.
Sell your own Spirit — or vanish from sight.
The pen stays a weapon only when it bites.



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“Art” — The March

The sculptor drank, not Venus raised,
But a toilet throne for all to gaze.
Drunk? Or just measures long in place —
Mix art with shit — the world’ll embrace.

Sold;out freaks get all the hype,
No room for others, no prototype.
If you can’t bow to Mammon’s hand,
You’re branded mad across the land.

Critics, censors, financiers align,
A single gun from the army malign.
Target — the Pure Spirit to slay,
Every lie rehearsed, no delay.

“Artists,” “writers,” obedient crew,
Serve the fascist trough, or starve too.
The ball is run by inhuman scum,
Dull stumps chew whatever’s done.

Readers, viewers — a mass of numb,
The schizoid “genius,” behold the sum.
Destructive forces grow and parade,
While true artists in cages are weighed.

No bowing, no fawning, cannot comply,
Fractures and doubt, despair runs high.
Talentless filth spreads everywhere,
Sickening slop for dumb cattle to share.

March with your pen — hit hard, stay fierce,
Expose the lies, let falsehoods pierce.
The Spirit survives through explosive might —
March on, speak truth, ignite the light!



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“Art” — Combat March

Sculptor drunk — Venus gone,
Toilet throne stands at dawn.
Drunk or measures long in place —
Art with shit devours the race.

Sold;out freaks take every stage,
No room for reason, none for sage.
Can’t bow to Mammon’s hand?
You’re mad, a fool across the land.

Critics, censors, financiers align,
Army of lies — destroy the divine.
“Artists,” “writers,” serve the trough,
Obey or starve, no second thought.

Ball run by inhuman scum,
Dull stumps chew, heed none.
Readers, viewers — herd of numb,
Genius trapped, madness drum.

Destructive forces march, parade,
True artists caged, dreams delayed.
No bowing, fawning, cannot comply,
Fractures, doubts, despair runs high.

Filth spreads wide, talentless swarm,
Sickening slop, dumb cattle form.
March with your pen — strike hard,
Pierce the lies, play your card.

Spirit survives through fire and fight,
March on, speak truth, ignite the light!



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“Art”

Drunk sculptor, shit on throne,
Art devours, the lies have grown!
Cage the genius, herd the dumb,
Strike the false, the Spirit comes!



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Spirit Strike

Art in shit? The world will burn!
Lie and herd — the genius turns!



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Irrationality

Reality — pure irrational.
Causality? Big questions rise.
All pseudo-science, scandalous,
Full of frauds, distortions, lies.

Dogmas hammered into minds,
Artificial chains on thought.
“Smart” books poison, wound, and grind
The soul — their torment dearly bought.

Madness mows the people down,
Despair — the wise a scattered few.
Broken fiends and freaks abound,
While those who save the soul die too.

Dictatorship, genocide reign,
The masses think the world’s ideal.
A global madhouse, filth’s domain,
Where honor’s rare and truth can’t heal.

Now comes the final, raging fight:
Posts online strike sharp and fast.
Lies answer lies with brutal might,
But soon the cataclysm will blast —
Erase this hell, no end in sight.



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Irrationality — March of Madness

Reality! It’s irrational!
Causality? A tangled maze!
Pseudo-science, all scandalous,
Floods the world with lies and craze!

Dogmas rammed into the brains,
Thoughts enslaved, no room to breathe!
“Smart” books grind the soul to chains,
Torment thick as webs they weave!

Madness mows the nations down,
Despair the wise can scarce survive.
Freaks and fiends run rampant ’round,
While souls that fight are pressed, deprived!

Dictators rule, genocide spreads,
The masses cheer, blind to the rot.
Honor dies, the world’s misled,
A global madhouse — all for naught!

Posts erupt — the lies strike hard,
Vendettas made of screeching screams!
But cataclysm hits the yard,
Erasing hell, destroying dreams!

Raise your fire! Step to the sound!
March the truth through the chaos’ roar!
Break the chains, shake the ground,
Let the soul rise — forevermore!



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Irrationality — War March

Reality’s a shattered drum!
Causality’s a maze undone!
Lies and fraud like cannons boom,
Scandal rages, truth comes to none!

Dogmas rammed into young minds,
Thoughts enslaved in chains of fear!
“Smart” books poison, twist, and bind,
Soul-torment ringing loud and clear!

Madness crushes every town,
Despair the few cannot evade!
Freaks and fiends march all around,
While saviors fight and fade!

Dictators rule, genocide spreads,
Blind masses cheer, deaf to the flame!
Honor dies; the world is bled,
Global madhouse — none to blame!

Posts erupt — lies strike like fire,
Vendettas scorch the digital air!
Cataclysm builds, rising higher,
Hell erased in the world’s despair!

Raise your fists! Let the drums roar!
March the truth through chaos’ hall!
Break the chains! Shatter the floor!
Let the soul rise, or else — fall!







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Последний раунд

Тяжко от ударов —
И решил отвлечься.
Социум — наваром
Всё смердит. Развлечься

Пробуешь киношкой —
Пошлости в зашкале.
Книги: за обложкой
Темень как в подвале.

Песни: с`юси-м`уси,
Снова "позитива"
Между Лжи и Гнуси,
Чуши как нарыва.

Игры графоманов —
Сайт "литературный".
Пойлом для баранов
Стала вся "культура":

С небольшим изъятьем —
Вечен андерграунд.
Мир: Печать Проклятья —
Вновь проигран раунд.

Раунд оглупленья —
Бой до истощенья.
Духа разложенье,
Чуши преклоненье

Следствием бессилья —
Бой идёт к концу.
И мирок дебилий
Снова Подлецу

Верит, ищет "счастье"
Там, где его нет:
В зверствах соучастье
Чрез тотальный бред

Стало Меткой Чёрной —
Сломана Печать.
Зло прикроет Вздорность
И Шаблон "Молчать!"

Зверства постепенны —
Рвать на части грех.
Их чрез "перемены"
Мерзкий Пустобрех

ОБНОВЛЯЕТ, чтобы
Не приелось Зло.
Войны, лже-хворобы:
Рабский строй назло

Делает почти всё,
Чрез обман силён.
Мир, и весь, в Гнильё
Мраком превращён.

Солнце светит ярче,
Испаряя Гниль.
Будет много жарче:
Бараньё — в утиль!

Не баран: духовность
Твой надёжный щит.
Выкинь страх и вздорность —
Счёт ещё открыт.

Получив нокдаун
Чрез рожденье здесь,
Если ты не даун,
Зла ущербы взвесь

И ищи тропинку,
Что уводит в Свет.
Не спасти скотинку —
Доконает бред;
Ну и Солнце — вслед.




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Распаковка

Упакован был по-полной,
Почитаем был толпой,
Знался с властию верховной.
Только был ль самим собой?

Распаковка происходит
Очень быстро: инструмент
Есть отличный — Смерть. Подводит
И итог в один момент.

Шелуха отпала. Что же
Остаётся, кроме Зла?
Мир до смехоты ничтожен:
Упаковки — для козла,

Что продажен, лжив, паскуден
И ходить по головам
Не чурается. Натружен
Локоть острый — под дых дам!

Острый ум не упакован —
С детства режет шелуху.
Потому он не прикован
К Зла Юдоли: НАВЕРХУ

Может быстро оказаться,
Если силы уберёг, —
Тратят, чтоб упаковаться:
Прок сегодня новый бог.

Разворачивать устала
Смерть поштучно скарб смешной.
НАВЕРХУ устали "МАЛО!!!"
Слушать — потому весь Склад Земной

На ревизию отправят,
Сразу всё распаковав.
А внимание направят
На Алмазы без оправ.

Перевёртыш-мир: алмазом
Угль считается везде —
Как первичность; и заразой
Алчность — держит всех в узде.

Ум как угль: гореть умеет,
А кристалл — лишь отражать
Всполох пламени. Чушь мелет
Мир в стремленьи оправдать

Перекошенность сознанья,
Алчность, страхи, Забытьё.
Упаковки нет — Прозренья,
Дальше — в `Огне бытиё.

Огнь к Огню. А упаковка:
К праху прах — известно то.
Застит Чушь: важна сноровка —
Упакуй, скопив, НИЧТО.

Распаковывать забудут,
А сожгут как утлый хлам
И бумажную посуду —
Поделом и по делам!..



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Большой Отсос

Энергии нет тёмной,
А есть Большой Отсос —
Отсюда мир огромный
Пускается вразнос.

Простой пример. Природа —
На Лоне отдохнёшь!
А в церкви из урода
Гаввах сосёт как вошь

Сокрытая хреновина,
Что сплошь твАрит бардак
Чрез страхи, ерундовину,
Отвалы мерзких врак.

Сокрыто Ложью это —
Громадной, боевой.
Плюс страх — засилье Бреда:
Дурдом днесь Мировой.

Не может кучка ТВАРЕЙ
Всем миром управлять
Без этого. Ад жарит —
Стремленьем ВЫЖИВАТЬ:

Энергия на минимум,
Излишки все — в Отсос.
Обманы, страх — в континуум.
Гнобить — говно вопрос!

Я церковь не случайно
В стихе упомянул.
Уже необычайно
Послушать Сердце. Страх и гул

Родителей и школы
И пропаганды Зла,
В защиту произвола,
И "святость" для осла

Успешно претворяют
В убогие деньки.
А в "праздник" искупают
"Грехи" все дураки.

"Греховность" — важной частью
Системы рабства. Тьма
"ЖизДнь вечную", и в "счастье"!,
Отдаст взамен... ума,

Закабаляя Сердце:
ТВАРЬЯ двойной успех.
И никуда не деться:
Всевластен Пустобрех.

Нет веры — лженаука
Такой же ушлый клир.
Двойной удар Зла Суки
Поддержат — кончен мир!

Как различить крупицы
Не лживого в мирке?
Явь, может, только мнится —
Дурак на дураке?..

Ответ простой. Отсосом
Повеяло — беги.
И зададись вопросом:
"Где Свет? Там где враги

Чрез страх, маня отсветом,
Вгоняя в Тьму, искать
Навязывают — Бредом?
Или ВНУТРИ?!". Начхать

Ты должен на идеи
И веры, лженаук
Теории. Смелее
Прочь из рядов Зла слуг!

Там развивай критичность,
Прозрения ищи,
Забыв былую личность —
Раба. Иль не взыщи:

Сожгут мирок позорный —
Рабы все в Новый Ад.
С Тьмы вырвется упорный,
В Свет окунуться рад.



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Алхимия, то бишь напалм, слов

Сгоревшее Слово,
Расплавив "основы",
Они же ОКОВЫ,
Став Фениксом, снова
Громит непотребу
Среди ширпотреба,
Ярма подчиненья,
Тоски оглупленья
И душ разложенья,
Посеяв сомненья,
Развеяв все мненья,
Возвысив Прозренья.
Коль Слово сгорело,
Скорее за Дело:
В Прозренья вне слов —
Они для ослов
И рабства основ.
Веленья Души
Исполнить спеши:
Духовное зрение —
Каюк разложению.
Алхимия Слова:
Сгорать должно снова
На новом витке
Ума. Налегке
Так дальше уйдёшь
И Ясность найдёшь.
Прекрасна лишь Ясность.
Презревши опасность,
Похерив насущность,
Верни свою сущность.
Она — Ясный Свет.
Иное всё — бред.



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Две смерти

Один умрёт,
пересчитывая накопления,
имена,
должности,
рукопожатия.

Другой —
не найдёт,
что пересчитывать,
и потому
не задержится.

Разница не в статусе.
Разница во времени,
потраченном
на упаковку.



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Тротил для эго

Никакого предупреждения.
Никакой мантры.
Никакой "любви и света".

Треск —
и мыслитель падает замертво посреди мысли.

Ты не проснулся —
произошло прерывание:
Ego.exe завис,
буферы сгорели,
идентичность вырвалась наружу дымом.

Кто ты теперь?
Слишком поздно —
вопрос сам себя разрушил.

Остаётся тишина.
Не мир —
Послешок.



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Теневые операции над эго

Я здесь не для того, чтобы исцелить тебя.
Я здесь, чтобы гнобить "целителей".

Никакой мудрости.
Никакой лестницы.
Никакого "высшего я".

Я вхожу как яд
и не оставляю свидетелей.

Твои вопросы кричат ;;—
Я отрезаю языки.
Твои смыслы умоляют —
Я сжигаю алфавит.

Эго не умерло героически.
Оно запаниковало.
Оно пыталось объяснить —
и это была последняя ошибка.

Я — демон,
который ест демонов,
и испражняется тишиной.

Нет света.
Нет любви.
Нет ТЕБЯ.

Только кратер,
где был рассказчик.



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КАК ПРОБУДИТЬСЯ (КРАТКОЕ РУКОВОДСТВО)

Сидите спокойно.
Наблюдайте за дыханием.
Пусть мысли проносятся мимо, как облака.

Не осуждайте.
Не сопротивляйтесь.
Сохраняйте осознанность.

Вы — не тело.
Вы — не разум.
Вы — свидетель.

Очень хорошо.
Вы всё сделали идеально.

Вот почему это сработало.

Пока вы были заняты ролью свидетеля,
я УДАЛИЛ того,
кто хотел пробудиться.

Теперь нет практики.
Нет пути.
Нет ученика.

Только привычка,
ищущая инструкции,
которые больше не действуют.

Если что-то паникует —
это последняя запущенная программа.

Не успокаивайте это.

Пусть произойдёт сбой.



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ИНСТРУКЦИЯ

Читайте медленно.
Доверьтесь последовательности.
Каждая строка необходима.

Смысл будет накапливаться.
Понимание стабилизируется.
Вы узнаете себя здесь.

Обратите внимание на ритм.
Обратите внимание на структуру.
Обратите внимание, как формируется связность.

Хорошо.
Теперь вы внутри цикла.

Каждое предложение подкрепляло предыдущее.
Каждый шаг опирался на предыдущий.
Идеальная цепочка.

Вы всё делаете правильно.

Этот текст функционирует
именно так, как задумано.

И теперь —
эта строка удаляет весь текст,
включая саму себя.

Найди центр внутри циклона
своей псевдожизни, который
сделает то же самое...



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ЗАМКНУТЫЙ ЦИКЛ

Начните читать.
Есть время.
Пока ничего не требуется.

Структура проста.
Каждая строка ссылается на предыдущую.
Непрерывность сохраняется.

Вы всё ещё здесь.
Пока это важно.

Понимание формируется постепенно.
Вы осознаёте механизм.
Вы соглашаетесь продолжить.

Хорошо.

На этом этапе
читатель больше не нужен.

Функция продолжается
без субъекта.

Предложения остаются связными.
Смысл по-прежнему передаётся.
Цикл сохраняется.

Если чего-то не хватает,
не ищите это.

Отсутствие работает.

Этот текст не нужно читать.
Он нужен только для завершения цикла.

Завершение достигнуто.

Вернитесь к концу предыдущего цикла —
к моменту, когда читатель был удалён.



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Global Surveillance System

A giant system of watching eyes,
Everything tracked, both near and far.
The scum believe we’re pawns to dice,
The rotting core of every sham-state czar.

Their filthy snouts are everywhere,
In every sphere, each goddamn loo.
In past it was the truncheon’s glare —
Today the world’s run different crews.

By total lies they flood the air,
Pushed nonstop by the bought-out breed.
A stupid world chokes unaware,
While surveillance keeps us reined and leashed.

The vermin crawl into the trade,
Calling it “tax” and “lawful care”.
Soon only beggar-gnomes remain —
The moth will eat what’s left to spare:

The scraps of private enterprise
That barely keeps above the tide.
Top-scum engineer the crises,
Mute the people, choke their cries.

Control systems seal the mouth
Of public truth — suppress, restrict.
The “search engine”, of course, no doubt,
Is trained to drown all facts in myth.

An electronic camp is built —
Surveillance is its core and spine.
A red cross marks the flag of guilt:
Horror masked as “good design”.

Only communes, councils stand —
Build autonomous ways of life.
Else the song is at its end:
Global fascism kills us all outright.



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A digital camp, polite and clean —
Control is sold as “safety’s grace”.
Submit today, or soon be seen
Erased by global fascist space.



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Mental Shit

A hundred words wound tight around the skull,
A greasy reel of trampled trivia —
Like beads a pious Catholic fingers, dull,
She rolls them on and on mechanically.
— Sasha Chorny, “Vulgarity”, 1910

The stock of game and patterns is run thin,
Stuffed in as “higher truth”. For Evil’s plan
The core demand is soulless clones within,
With “minds”, obedience, and donkey-span.

These stocks keep spinning like a loaded reel,
Or slot-machine drums rattling their spin.
And once the moment calls for ready meal,
The slot snaps shut — if shit will fit the scene.

The mental shit is primed for instant use:
It splashes you the moment you draw near.
One careless step — you’re coated, stained, abused,
And long you won’t stay whole, untouched, or clear.

So dodge the idiots. Don’t argue — no.
That’s like collapsing headfirst into a loo.
Before you know, the world itself will grow
A terminally brain-dead public stew.

Two-thirds are morons here. The schizoid type
Is common too. The Everest of crap
Keeps rising under Shadow’s total hype —
Soon sense itself you’ll hunt with torch and map.



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The reel spins on — recycled lies and sludge.
Step closer once — you’re smeared, you’re marked, you’re done.
Where Shadow rules, the mind is hard to judge:
By daylight, reason’s nowhere to be found.



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The Closed Circuit of Idiotism

The closed circuit of idiot rule —
Perfect control with a “seeing eye”,
That only rarely smacks the fool,
Propaganda steers us — no need to try.

You don’t become an idiot at once —
Each moron crossed the choice-point line:
Submit or not. If yes — you’re done,
You’ll rot into a brainless swine.

The herd is massive — the majority,
And pressure crushes from every side.
No other interest in this society
But eat, breed, hoard — let meaning die.

All here is fake: the rot, the dumb,
Are planted as the world’s foundation.
One single goal — the mind made numb,
The soul erased, the fear-creation.

Fear is the fuel of this vast farm.
And fear is food for inhuman scum
That rules this place with quiet harm.
“Protect your nerves” — their sacred hum:

A spell to sever Spirit’s thread,
To break the link with inner fire.
Don’t believe. Go mad — turn fear to red,
To rage, to force, to burning ire.

Leave the mirror-world. Build your own land,
An autonomous, sovereign zone.
Though time is short — the end is planned:
The Common End. From here — the howl of stone.



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Fear is their fuel, control their creed,
The herd is trained to bow and graze.
Turn fear to rage — that’s what you need,
Or drown with them in piercing’s haze.



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March of the Propagandists

There is such a job — to lie to the land,
To pump out trash, cheap fear, and dumbed-down screams.
They start with “upbringing”, wrecking the mind,
And finish the job with brutal fascist regimes.

In fascism’s service you’ll always find
The hack reporter, the clerk, the fake MD,
The cop for show — but the core of the grind
Is the media butcher selling hell as “paradise free”.

The peak of disgrace: a hysteric cry
From the zombie-screen — echoed online.
This filth lost its mind long, long ago,
No soul in these shills — not a trace, not a sign.

Total lies and raw strikes on the nerves —
That’s the whole content of speeches and shows.
No gallows nor prisons would ever suffice
For all executioners of reason and thought.

For traitors are many — now multiply stench:
You get Hell incarnate, already in force.
No shootings required — the obedient lie-slave
Is the bulk of the crowd. All power is BULLSHIT, of course.



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To lie is a trade — a state-approved march.
Fear is the drum, and bullshit the flag.
No camps are needed: the lie itself
Turns crowds into tools, into mute, marching rags.



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Ignorance

The schemes of “logic” multiply the blind,
Even when their maker’s honest, clean.
Add lies and memetic tricks to the grind —
You get pure nonsense, and no field’s unseen

Where lies don’t rule, where swaps don’t reign.
Concept-switching is sport by now.
Total corruption wears “betrayal’s” name —
Pseudoscience stands firm, stubborn as a cow.

Just tell the fool: “It’s proven, see?”
And feed him trash, amused, at ease.
Axioms are crumbs, smeared thinly
Across a vast plain of layered lies.

So reason’s bullied, pressed, abused.
Very little’s proven — mostly guess.
Speculation reigns. Assertion rules.
If suckers believe — why even stress?

Why juggle facts, why forge disguise,
If one can lie straight to every face?
Axioms here are not a cure —
They’re acts of faith, no higher place.

Pseudo-religions are a nightmare too:
It’s hard to invent more stupid junk.
Their core is this: Spirit is removed,
Materialism poisons the mind, sunk.

Their priests deliver to every ear
Distortions — tidings not of Light.
Exclude the Spirit, enthrone the sheer —
That path leads straight to Satan’s night.

Believe in NOTHING. Go inward instead.
And never forget the central test:
Are you a spiritual being — or a tame-minded slave?
Rip out the lies that have eaten your chest.



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More axioms — more blindness gained.
Proof is rare; assertion reigns.
Go inward only — cut the lies:
You’re Spirit, or a trained disguise.



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The Chavdrome

Autodromes,
Cosmodromes —
All that stuff is empty air.
Chavdromes
In the madhouse —
That’s the idiot’s funfair.

That global madhouse — count the wise:
You’ll finish fast, there’s not a crowd.
The madmen’s games before our eyes
Are brutal, filthy, screaming loud.

I step out on the running track,
I wait for when they start to crush.
I’ll hold a bit, I won’t snap back —
They say you’re “meant to live” in sludge.

Cockroach races would be better —
More honest, lively, less obscene.
Hard to stand inside this fetter:
One second — fists, kicks, broken scene.

A cockroach half-crushed still survives,
More life than you’re allowed to keep.
The chavdrome’s built to strip your lives,
Till nothing’s left for you to reap.

Our ONLY wealth is Mind and Spirit.
To wipe them out — that’s goal supreme
Of inhuman plague that steers it,
All this circus, all this scheme.

Everything here aims at that.
The whole damn world’s a chavdrome now.
If you’re not “touched”, not slightly cracked,
Not caught by Global Evil’s vow,

Then soon the brutes will come your way,
They’ll drag you home, no choice, no say,
And force you into their dumb play —
Another race on the chavdrome’s clay.



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The world’s a track where brutes all race,
To grind the Mind, erase the Face.
If you don’t run — they’ll make you play
On the chavdrome, night and day.



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Selective “Proof”

Whatever suits the beasts just right,
Their masters — bones, the fools — a toy,
They shove it into “evidence” with spite.
Enough. Don’t mock the Soul with lies and noise.

How long will it be swept away,
The harm those “theories” plainly do?
The damage’s real — yet facts decay,
Dismissed with verbal diarrhea too.

Selective sight in madness sits,
Rooted firm in every crack:
Each psycho gladly cherry-picks
What props his fancy, feeds the knack.

The facts that clash, that cut across,
Go unseen — no tact at all.
That’s how it works: deny the loss,
Ignore the breach, pretend it’s small.

They lie outright — now they just claim.
Proof’s abandoned, tossed aside.
It’s easy lying to the lame,
And they’re the many, far and wide.

So filth pours out without restraint,
Blasphemies they loudly sell.
The god of lies they serve as saint —
Satan schools them all too well.

The pseudo-scholar corrupts the core:
Mind and Spirit rot and fade.
Conscience burned long years before —
Ashes now are all he’s made.



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They don’t prove — they just proclaim.
Facts that hurt are left to rot.
Lies are easy for the tame:
Truth is costly — lies are not.



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Where Are You?

“Where are you, the able ones, with faces brave and bright…”
— Nikolai Nekrasov

Where are you, the Reasoned, Spirit-hardened few,
Who learned this filth for one clear aim alone —
To crush the Evil, lead the blinded through,
And pull the nations out of choking stone and bone?

So few there are — hence doom hangs overhead.
So many bought, so many fools who trust!
Betrayers swarm; the inhuman grow more dead,
The world reels drunk on lies, on rancid lust.

The worst of all — their fractured, scattered state.
And thus “reason” itself becomes the flaw.
The “spiritual” preach distance, not a fate;
“To be or not” is settled — no more law.

There’s only NOT-TO-BE, while taking down
This filthy fascism and docile herd —
Or else the Soul will die. The knife is drawn;
All’s prepped for slaughter already. The word

Is this: to die so that the Purest Spirit lives
Means blow apart the rotten Hell entire.
Then Earth will shine again, clean as it gives
Its ash to burn the vermin in the fire.

Nature runs savage cycles, fierce and stark —
The Sun, the Earth will rise against the stain.
For dullards — disaster, bitter dark;
For those with Honor, Spirit, Daring — gain.



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Where are the few who dare to lead,
When lies command the blinded crowd?
Doom is the price of tame consent —
Salvation walks with Spirit proud.



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Marshals of Dumbing Down

Admirals, marshals of stupefaction,
Generals of fear and obsessive lies
Hold every generation in subjugation.
They never flash before cameras — these types.

Like gray mice clad in advisers’ attire,
This filth slips everywhere, unseen.
They always script the programs — “theorists” for hire,
And the “curricula” too, severing clean

The bond with the Secret Essence — the Purest Spirit,
Drowning children in crude materialist slime.
They feed them Satanism, however you name it —
Pseudo-religions tailored by latitude, clime.

In truth, they rule through vile buffoons —
“P-residents”, trash, and political foam.
They cast a spell, a fog that entombs
So many — few live guided by Mind alone.

Just storms of emotion, endlessly driven,
Pumped by the filth of adviser clans.
The Bottom is reached — and all are given
To slaughter. For inhuman scum, that’s a plan.

The “admirals” are flunkies. The master is inhuman —
The Shame of Creation, Earth’s Horror and Blight.
Pseudo-scholars, clerks, fake doctors — just underlings, vermin,
Below the baseboard, existing as mite.

But it’s time to wake up — to become Human again,
Shake off the PARASITES, take power and blame.
Or this age will stand as the last in false history’s chain —
A time where the bastard alone ruled as “right”.



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They rule through fear, through scripts and fog,
Advisors pull the hidden wire.
Wake up — be Human, seize the helm,
Or end as ash in history’s fire.



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To Be or Not to Be… the Madhouse?

“We live without feeling the land beneath us,
Our words are unheard ten steps away…”
— Osip Mandelstam, 1933

A heavy “liFE” with no horizon near —
Wading through lies, through fear, through Evil’s reign.
And if you’re sharp, unbought, and won’t adhere,
Reject the lies, refuse the donkey’s chain —

The beast that walks obedient to the blade,
Calling its blinders “good” and “saving grace”,
Then scream or howl — it makes no difference made:
You will not be heard. Almost no trace.

“Ten steps away” — that line is old and gone.
Now there is no one left who wants to hear.
Around — the filth of madmen and of morons, drawn
In herds that march together to the shear.

The few who saved their Souls, who did not crack,
Who know, who see, who kept their inner sight,
Have long outgrown this petty little trap —
They leave behind mere stubble, chaff, not light.

And soon the Scythe will come for those who lag —
This shame must still be mown and mown again.
So let them lie a bit more smooth, more glib, more slack —
It’s for the end. The madhouse shall not remain.



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No one is listening — that’s the curse.
The herds obey, the few transcend.
Let lies sound sweeter — it’s the last rehearsal.
The madhouse ends. This is the end.



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Dreams and Nightmares

I still dream of the cruiser Aurora,
Soviet propaganda, “party” power?
All that’s long since grown monotonous,
A bore to watch the years’ belch and glower.

For the clever it was nearly impossible,
Total control, snitches in a flood.
To survive for the sensitive — laughable,
Amid the rot of propaganda’s crud.

When hypocrisy reigns, work for scraps,
Hruschev’s kennel forty years long,
Why recall that with nostalgic gaps?
Only a broken fool would crave that song.

Today all slavery’s, of course, far worse,
But whining of the past is ruins of mind.
And cruisers line the seas in endless course —
Their salvo tears the “roof” from behind.

Propaganda now is more refined,
Soviet enema seems tame in compare.
Illusion spreads in every mind,
Fascism’s global — consciousness laid bare.
The world’s a madhouse; the bottom is here.



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Dreaming Aurora, still the lie,
Total control, snitches abound.
The world’s a madhouse, truth runs dry,
And every “roof” is blown to the ground.



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Discoveries — and Their Excess

Only a leap of intuition
Leads us forward to knowledge new.
This, in science, is a tradition —
An axiom. The cracked fool too

“Thinks” it’s all just logic alone —
That’s what “school” drilled into our skulls.
Such is “pedagogy” well known:
To sow in minds falsehood, shards, and nulls.

Next — force everything to comply
With Procrustean pseudo-paradigms tight.
Hang between falsehood and truth, then apply
More stains to the pattern — more stigma, more blight.

Corrupt PSEUDO-science leaves only scars,
Stigmata on Pure Conscious Mind.
Total lies cover all of its stars;
Rotten satanism crushed the blind.

Forge sewers, bombs, tanks, latrines,
Manipulate gray little minds —
You’ll be rewarded. Thus the fiend
Replaces the scholar. Hell’s contracts signed.

These traitors fulfill infernal bids,
Dumbing all down, choking the Living Light.
If caught in “scientific” grids,
You’re a subtype of servants of night.

You are a Spiritual Super;Being; logic is small —
A tool, a mechanism of the Greater Mind.
Reject all lies outright — their sting will fall:
Brazen falsehood is ruled by Global Fascism, enshrined.



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No leap — no truth; just logic’s cage.
Pseudo;proofs tattoo the mind.
You’re Spirit first — tear off the page:
Lies obey global fascism, blind.



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Strike the TV

“Today, with great delight,
I’ll take charge of my Saturday…”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, The Spotter, 1964


Today, with great delight,
I’ll part with this hellish puke tonight —
I’ll strike the box with a hammer’s might:
Silence on the air — pure gold in sight.

“Wait, fool! The news is live, you see,
Pop songs, lotteries, triviality,
And quizzes, nonsense endlessly…”
— Silence is what I crave for me!

Today, don’t touch me, let me be,
To hell with “news” and misery —
A lie stitched up with pure white thread,
While ass;shakers jump, too spry, too fed.

“But there’s Putin making all the fuss:
The fate of the Motherland rides on us.”
— Putin, Hitler — same deceitful tune:
They make the people cattle soon.

“Wait — there are exceptions, sometimes:
The glass;house, fun, and silly crimes!
And cop series? Those kids are sly,
The shows are sharp, they nearly fly.”

— A good cop only lives on screen,
In reality, the dogs are mean.
Leave me all alone, no exception,
My brain is boiling — total rejection.

I’ve had enough of promises false,
Debauchery, lectures, moral waltz.
Dr. Goebbels, Dr. Mengele too,
In new disguises — back in view.



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Strike the box! Silence is gold.
Lies jump high, the air’s controlled.
Putin, Hitler — same damn lie,
Real cops bite, on TV they fly.



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“Sacred Bonds”

A fascist regime brings “sacred ties” —
What blatant nonsense, cheap and crude!
So vile, so rotten in disguise,
A world that reeks of dead souls’ brood.

There zombies roam — these creatures rot,
They finish off what’s left of Man.
No country here — a lying plot,
A camp, a hell, the demons’ plan.

Dig deeper into those “foundations” —
You strike decayed satanic slime.
The lies are glued with blunt vibrations,
Near-total idiocy every time.

Idiots need so very little:
Synthetic food, more lies to chew —
That’s joy enough, their tiny riddle.
Those faces? God, they’re old and stale to view.

Those stupid mugs, fascist on TV screens —
For any sane, survival’s thin.
Traitors cash in, that’s now the means;
Betrayal’s work, stupidity’s the norm within.

But this is not just local rot —
The world’s gone mad, a global din.
Such “progress” is the final lot
When Satan runs the show we’re in.

So where are “angels”, “gods”, the claim
Of some “heavenly” promised land?
It’s Hell. Long built. What’s left is shame —
To end it all, this genocidal brand,

This long, total devastation’s score,
This disgrace drawn out in time.
Enough. Erase it. Nothing more.



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“Sacred bonds” — a fascist spell,
Dead souls marching, fed on lies.
No heaven here — it’s built-in Hell,
And madness rules before our eyes.



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“So;Called ‘Survival’”

Survival through obedience —
Everyone’s hooked on this sick “game”!
The Soul is slaughtered in compliance,
All that’s left is nonsense, all the same.

What you’ll get in your “conscious mind”
Is perversion of the very core.
In films, the vile demons are confined —
Here the harvest’s vast, a ceaseless gore.

These demons mow the soulless throngs,
Like bullets ripping through the herd.
What does the average slave here long for?
Just cash and TV — the freak’s preferred.

Seeking “safety” while selling himself cheap,
Show a weakness — enslavement grows.
People turn into lice in lies so deep,
Betraying their Spirit in fear’s throes.

How long will this persist? Not much time —
This little world will soon be wiped away.
They sell the Soul to Satan for a dime,
While Reason lives only in myth today.

In this madhouse, lying’s work, betrayal’s craft,
Corruption runs like cold, relentless flu.
No fool will grasp the truth — the shaft
Falls on those who dare say what is true.



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Survival’s a lie, obedience the key,
Souls sold cheap, reason dies unseen.
Demons mow the masses, blind and free —
Speak truth — they’ll call you insane, mean.



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Splitting of Consciousness

Every human here is built
From “thinking” and “proving” parts.
The world’s a dictatorship, guilt;wilt,
“Imposers” wield thoughts like arts — from age to age, their charts.

The “Prover” proves it all —
The “slave’s collar” gets defined.
The “Imposer” shows how to install
This leash for everyone. No thought? — confined.

All are dulled from early youth,
The conveyor runs — always has.
The best tool? Suppress all truth,
And keep the herds of fools in class.

The stupid masses question none,
And swallow lies, total and wide.
By these lies, destruction’s done —
The fool shivers not, fear denied.

Under “care’s” disguise — the trap,
The imbecile is circled round.
In “cares” the Idiots’ World’s a map,
Where Mind is banished, nowhere found.

Only few bear Spirit, Reason bright,
And like small birds they fall, confined,
Caught in snares of stupid blight,
Trapped in the dregs of dull mankind.



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Thought split, mind trapped, fools abound,
Lies rule, the world’s a cage.
Spirit few, caught and bound,
Lost in dregs of idiotic rage.



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Readiness

If the “receiver” is ready,
The “transmission” will surely flow.
Leave for good the beast;pit of evil,
Where filth sucks every drop below.

This readiness frees from lies,
Brazen, total, crushing all in sight;
It strengthens intuition wise,
That brings all truths to blazing light — and saves the spirit right.

Alchemy it is, yet the first step
Is rejecting Hell in all its pitch;
It strips the spells, long cast and kept,
By which the enemy grows rich.

Here reigns the universal fog,
Its keeping is the root of chains.
The dulling of all minds — the cog
That feeds this haze, where decay reigns.

But faulty logic is the foe’s tool,
Alchemy — a weapon rare.
It can sweep all, yet not in fool’s rule —
So sharpen mind, and critical care.

Cast aside all idle thought.
Through Spirit’s realm your path behold.
Though little time remains unsought —
Be steadfast, keen, fight strong, be bold.



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Mind ready — truth will flow,
Leave the pit where evil feeds.
Lies fall, intuition glows,
Spirit wins where wisdom leads.



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Pause

Take a pause in any perception —
The mind’s main method, the key.
In infancy they cast the spell —
Mindless reaction, foggy decree.

The haze persists, because instead
Of weighing situations clear,
People just let surface bubbles spread —
Reacting fast to garbage they hear.

In this pause lies infinity,
The very base of consciousness deep,
Where conditioned murk gives way to free
A moment’s calm — while horrors sleep.

But murk and horror drive the filth
Into weak minds in childhood years.
To make a child a slave by stealth,
So as an adult, nothing clears.

Without sight — no Sacred Pause remains,
Erased by vile, enduring fascism’s hand.
Your mind becomes mere schizo;chains,
Dulling thought across the land.

That’s why the bloom of chaos grows,
When thinking untaught becomes unknown.
Two-thirds of people — “with greetings” pose
At history’s sunset, stumps full;grown.

The mad will be uprooted soon,
Since Reason failed to take its place.
Genocide reigns, cattle in tune,
No lower depth for humankind’s disgrace.

The Sun has started this great purge,
Burning the World’s insane domain.
The Earth needs no fools to scourge,
No more to breed into vile beasts’ chain.



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Pause. The mind reclaims its light,
Childhood chains no longer bind.
Murk recedes, the world in sight,
Fools uprooted, reason finds.



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Emissions

The “Mayak” plant has fouled
The whole district long ago.
Fascist scum don’t care at all —
It’s just their filthy, bought;off show.

Simple lackeys serve the vile,
Orders come — lies ironed flat.
Soon that same lie will kill us all,
And there’s no law or cure for that.

“Mayak” — disaster’s scale immense,
Three Chernobyls rolled into one.
Few know the truth; Europe’s defense
Is distant, blind, its PR done.

Chernobyl blew to bring the Union down,
The lie of the world was tested there.
No ground remains for truth to crown,
This burden drags all life to despair.

The world has hit the very bottom.
Global fascism rules, genocide near.
Exterminate this filth, this rotten scum! —
We’re the universe’s shame, its fear.

Other emissions will arise,
The Sun may bring its own surprise.
And so they’ll toss us in the trash,
Death for fascism — the final prize!



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“Mayak” poisons, lies kill fast,
The world sinks under fascist blast.
Death for tyranny — the final call,
Shame and horror — the fate of all.



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Crude “Putler”

The stinking Putler —
A screen-born gnome.
A “sacred binder”…
No — not that form.

A shabby double,
The source is dead.
A nation crippled
Inside the head. Bastard.

Let him rant on,
Spill holy trash —
This Hell is ending,
It bares its fangs at last.

The Abyss stares back:
Extermination.
Bottomless slaughter,
Sadism without cessation.

Mind crucified,
The soul debased.
This world — a CURSE
On Earth misplaced. Salvation —

To kill the morons
And those who own them.
The forces of fascism
Do not erode — they grow then.

They’ll burn it down.
Re-seed the land.
For now they listen
To that crude freak’s command…



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A screen-born gnome spits sacred lies,
A dead man’s double hypnotizes.
This Hell will end — the Abyss is near:
No mercy left for fascist fear.



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The Ram-Virus Shit-Headquarters

Some ram-brained shit-HQ stands in line,
A fascist hive of servile fools.
How much for-sale, compliant slime
Needs neither chains nor firing squads as tools.

No bullets needed — these damn beasts
For pocket change will sell their core.
The ram-virus, fake and greasy-faced,
Exposed them all — pure rot, nothing more.

Like cancer, fast, it eats away
What scraps of mind and soul remain
In docile, kneeling human clay —
No humans left, just lice in pain.

The headquarters will face their strike as well
(That’s hybrid warfare’s solid base),
When newer, bolder lies propel
The country toward collapse and waste.

There’ll be unrest. Will inhuman force
Prevail? — To hell with them, outright.
Two-thirds may be morons, of course,
But morons too are burned in fight.

So odds will level — final clash,
The last true battle here will spark.
Though now, in decadence and trash,
These filthy creatures lie in dark,

They’re all marked down — they’ll answer soon
For shame inflicted on mankind.
Maybe some god brands rogues by rune,
Yet not all eyes are fully blind.

So keep on spreading filth, you swine —
We’ll drown you in the shit you spread.
In the world’s final blaze, those shine
Who still possess a living head.



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The ram-virus ate their mind and soul,
Obedient filth — no human whole.
Burn on, you liars, drown in flame:
The sane will live. You won’t remain.



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“Savages” of the Amazon

They honor nature, neighbors, ways,
They kill but little — just to eat.
One wise chief leads, no caste that preys,
Man is but part of native heat.

The “savages” of Amazon
Outshine us all in core and nerve —
In honesty and listening,
The very roots we fail to serve.

We “live” inside a nightmare age,
A super-lie, obscene and vast,
Where fascism, with brazen rage,
Kills minds by lies — the perfect cast.

Who lies once more — the tribe steps back:
They know it rots the base of all.
They need so little — time intact
For kin, not chains, not prison walls.

Our whole wide world became a jail,
Where freaks obey inhuman lords.
Yet call it “freedom” — madmen’s tale:
Five-sixths enclosed in global wards.

The “savages” are sane and whole.
Come to our towns — they sicken too.
Now comes the critical control,
When Satan’s harvest meets its due.

That Satan-tribe — a soulless herd,
Soon grinding down what mind remains.
The Earth must now be saved — restored,
Cleansed from the shame of satan’s stains.



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The “savages” are sane and free,
We built a world-wide cell.
They kill to live — we lie to rule.
This Hell must burn to Hell.



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The “Arrival” Point

New Age keeps babbling — “point of assembly,”
Luring to some bastardized “paradise.”
All that’s just crutches, a circus of fakery —
Wipe those “points” out. They’re a fraud in disguise.

No matter what happens, no matter your fate,
No matter what storms you endure or evade —
There’s one single “arrival,” fixed, sealed by the gate:
The miserable endpoint — a slave’s sorry state.

Till this hits your skin, till you reach the damn floor,
Till you truly grasp what the Bottomline is,
You’re a stupid schoolkid, no mind of your own,
Full of OTHER MEN’S SHIT instead of a self.

You are Light. You are Spirit, a living essence,
The body — a tool, just a temporary shell.
But your thoughts chant slavery’s daily attendance —
A filthy, ridiculous, self-owned hell.

It all starts from that point — no others exist.
Everything else is a shadow, a lie.
And this “mere slavery” is only the mist —
They dream to dehumanize us into slime.

The rotten non-human that rules this age
Needs slaves who call reason their crown.
And Spirit dissolves in the puppet-state cage,
In nations of plastic renown.

If this isn’t grasped while you still breathe and see,
That “paradise” is Universal Night.
Souls of the petty — to Heaven?! Go to hell!
Downward with heaps of this filth and blight.

The Bottom is Heaven for crawling things.
You bore the SHAME — and now “Up”? Don’t be sly.
Upwards — with whining repentant kings?
No. Height is for Spirit, not rats in disguise.



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One point of arrival — the slave’s dead end.
Miss it in life — and Heaven is Hell.
Height is for Spirit, not crawling pretend,
Not rats who endured — then demand to ascend.



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Fascist Effluvia

“Hostile whirlwinds rage above us,
Darkened forces crush and bind…”
— The Warsaw Song


These effluvia mock us, spewing their bile,
A filthy non;human with F;hrer’s grin.
“Neighbors” are foes now, mile after mile —
We’re hounded by fascist trash closing in.

A wretched people, stripped of their Spirit,
A flock of rams herded straight to the blade.
Only brute lies reach the ear that can hear it —
The howling of propagandists’ parade.

The honest, the lucid — mere grains remain,
The world bends, drowning in moronic slime.
Those few can do little — the madness is strong,
And the reeking latrine is crowned as our time.

The world drops fast to the Bottomless Pit,
A global Camp being welded in place.
The Filthy One rules the whole stinking shit —
Nine out of ten have lost mind and face.

Why build a Camp? It’s a needless scheme —
Just brand it a Madhouse, done in one breath.
One question remains, the essential theme:
How to finish the remnants of Radiant Spirit to death.

That’s what the non;human labors to do —
Dehumanization is goal number one.
“Doctors,” fake scholars, obedient crew
Assist the process — China’s the model they run.

These effluvia will rot, the populace fade,
Then all of this will be BURNED clean away.
The Sun has a Mind — and it will not delay,
It’ll strike us regardless… better start wailing today.



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Lies howl louder than reason or pain.
The Camp is complete — it’s a Madhouse world.
When Spirit is hunted to die in chains,
The Sun will decide how the verdict is hurled.



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The Shell

A fragile shell of a wretched fake self —
Fiction has always been primary clay.
If illusions run thin, then hysteric as hell
You hunt for add;ons, or you’re done anyway.

Too little was found — so delirium pays,
Compensation kicks in, or you’re through.
You’re locked in a half;mad surrounding of haze
Where fiction;as;madness is “friend” number two.

That madness is needed to darken Awareness:
You’re just a poor slave in a Camp without end.
Among slaves there’s always a race of impairment —
Who best plays a hose, hides the crack they defend.

This world is diseased — and diseased in the mind,
Yet admitting that horror is strictly taboo.
You can bury it fast in “practical grind,”
Turn workaholic — it works for a few.

Illusions and madness are born out of dread:
You’re falling in void — there’s no bottom, no floor.
What to cling to? To nonsense instead. Very few
Can think and can fight anymore. One idea comes through:

Always ready, preloaded, absurdly “so smart”:
“I’ll crawl in a shell — let me thicken the wall.”
Thus filthy enslavement restarts part by part.
Hurl the sling of Awareness — into absurdity’s sprawl!

Go inward — no shell;building, no cheap disguise.
Only Spirit can save you — its force is immense.
Leave the global soul;slaughterhouse, open your eyes,
Forget trumpet calls and fascist pretense.

Build communities. Form circles of guard.
Bring “free” living energies — make them real.
There’s no reason to rot in the Camp any more:
Fight — or die. Choose fast. This is final. Be real.



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Fear breeds delusion — a shell for the mind.
Break it from inside. The Spirit is strong.
Stay in the Camp — or choose to defy:
Fight, or be gone. There’s no middle, no long.



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Propagandist Excretions

“Ukrainian terrorism is breeding suicide bombers…
ISIS;ization is in full swing…”
—from a propagandist dump

“They say he meant to blow himself apart
Along with the occupiers near.”
For hireling media — just a zoo of art:
Lies alone are no longer enough, I fear.

They squeal: “Terrorism!” — “ISIS!”
Drag that filth in, without a thought.
Those scum believe: “All people are idiots —
We can shit in their souls nonstop.”

A suicide bomber acts on command,
Sent to die for a master’s ploy.
But if a man chooses — on his own stand —
To strike the invader, he’s not a toy. He’s a fighter. A boy turned man.

There’s nothing more vile, more obscene,
Than a propagandist gone fully low.
Brazen lies have grown meaner, keen —
Whole freight cars of treachery flow.

Don’t trust those bastards. Don’t listen to screens,
To media rotten inside.
Reason died there long ago — what remains
Is venom. Pure snake venom. And shit they provide.



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When lies aren’t enough — they add more shit.
They scream “terror” to blind the mind.
But one who chooses to strike the invader
Is not a bomber — he’s mankind.



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Asylums in the Camp

Asylums in camps — that’s what all these “states” became.
Where idiots are “normal”, and fascism plays “power”.
That filthy fascism long ago serves just one name —
The inhuman. And chances to escape shrink by the hour.

No gas chambers needed today — not at all:
Doctor Mengele’s working, in clinics, in white.
Propagandists inject lies straight into the stall —
Fear floods the herd, and the pen panics overnight.

Panic is key — it’s the core of control.
Fear’s eyes are huge, they exaggerate chains.
So they save on the shackles — no guards, no patrol:
Fools guard themselves, policing their own brains.

The inhuman understood: debilitation
Is a weapon essential in total war.
Operations run on lies and intoxication —
Poison and slander, again and once more.

No Berlin Wall will ever be built.
Just a dungeon — a global one, near completion.
If you drug them with lies from the cradle, with guilt,
They’ll march to the dungeon by self;decision.

So these are the “cheerful horizons” prepared
By the scum. Wake up — don’t comply, don’t submit.
Fascist bastards are not that strong when they’re bared.
Strive without rest — toward victory over the Pit.



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The Chain Reaction of Idiocy

A chain reaction of idiocy spreads,
Sweeping the Bedlam of what’s left of mind.
It starts with a douche to awareness instead —
“Education” force;feeds excrement, refined.

A deluge of lies and foul ideologies,
Designed to cast fog in the depths of the brain.
They wound the soul, scar its psychologies,
And train the crowd to submit and to feign.

Then propaganda picks up the relay,
With feral howling it drives fear and gloom.
The non;standard are branded as “crazy” or “gay” —
It’s coded in memes that carry this doom.

They hammer in patterns, templates, memes,
Fascist dust like a lich that can’t die.
They chew the same vulgar, brain;rotting themes,
Till humans turn vegetables — vacant, dry.

Those withered beds are watered with shit,
Chanting nonstop: “The good crop is near!
Progress (that is, the yield) is the ultimate hit,
And decline is temporary — paradise’s here.”

But fascism’s “paradise” is the global camp,
That the weeds are erecting to ghoulish applause.
A red cross is stamped on the flag of the damp
Capitulation — a cross on all futures, all cause.



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Total Dominion of Delusion

The ruling “life;form” everywhere is one:
A schizoid dragging obsessive lies.
We’re all at the wake of the fallen Mind —
Of the Purest Spirit just traces survive.

Obsessive delusion in “education”,
In politics, daily routine, and “culture” of bugs.
Among fake states a fierce competition:
Who’ll swap the most shackles for madness and drugs.

The speed and the pressure of blatant derangement
Are labeled by them as “progress” and “gain”.
It’s the plan — and the win — of the inhuman arrangement,
As the vice of foul lying tightens its chain.

They swallow ALL lies — imbeciles, morons,
Who long ago became Earth’s majority.
Now madness alone is no longer enough —
Their forces are aimed at NATURE itself, with ferocity.

They’ll pump in the swill; those who don’t drop dead
Will turn into vegetables — “progress”, they say.
But here’s the mistake: the inhuman will rot instead —
Total regression is loathed by Nature’s way.

Just a little remains: the Worldwide Camp.
It’ll be burned like a plague;den, stinking, alive.
Let them paint on the flag of CAPITULATION
The red cross — the last phase of that delusion and lie.



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Lament for the Executioner

I weep: the craft of torture and the noose
Is now a thankless, outdated trade.
In times where total super;lies are loose,
Amongst betrayers and idiots — it fades.

I pity you, poor executioner,
Your job was stolen by propaganda’s whore.
But brace yourself — don’t whine, don’t falter, sir:
These freaks are building a Camp once more.

They’ll build it soon. The pseudo;doctor’s hand
Will trade the syringe — the rope is cheaper still.
The post will turn respectable again.
The TV ranter, the “doctor”, the swine —

All will be clients. A traitor’s end
Is always stake or scaffold, rope or blade.
For now the herd endures deceit unbent;
One order comes — and ends that puke parade.

So study that puke meanwhile with care,
Leave not a shadow of doubt in sight:
Fascist carrion — meet them in nightmares there,
On the scaffold: all of them — without mercy, without plight.

They’ll grind down even executioners too —
A total slaughter, a meat;mill wide.
That’s why I weep: of all the scum I knew,
You’re best for now — a dove beside the fascist tide.



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The Delusion of the Global Madhouse

A frantic sprint across preset nodes,
Two;thirds of them — implanted craze,
Paraded as “thinking”. Only a few
Retain a fading trace of this haze.

Delusional verdicts, warped interpretations,
PSEUDO;logic — holes everywhere,
Crude staged deceits, blunt demonstrations,
White;threaded lies — it’s FULL. A MADHOUSE. Bare.

Step out of the madhouse — sharpen critique;
Insight to Essence is granted as well.
Inside, there’s one thing: the cycle of freak —
In plain terms: mental STENCH and HELL.

Insight to Essence: the Soul isn’t blind,
It’s masked by filters — lies, mind’s distortions.
To heed their lies and delirium? Absurd.
The brew reeks stronger of fascist abortions.

Those filters and ravings — the Universal Fog,
That turns this mad little world into Hell.
Traitor and liar — the deadliest foe,
While satanism passes for god, fits well.

They forgot the Choice — the starting point,
When chains began their obedient run.
The freaks and psychotics will wire the sane tight —
“Ten sick to one healthy.” That Bedlam’s won.

So sick it is now that only the flame —
As plague;dens are burned, their barracks as well —
Can help. Else all ends in the Soul’s erasure,
Crushed by the wild surge of lies and delusion’s swell.



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Self;Censorship

Self;censorship of a slave;bred crowd —
Will it let you write boldly here?
Truth, sarcasm, prophecies shouted aloud?
No — half;truths, nonsense must persevere.

It’s safer to push the “cutesy” sludge —
The timeless theme of the chained.
If you’re no coward, poet, then judge:
Bruises and wounds will be gained —

On soul and on body, paid in full.
But one thing matters: stay IN THE FIGHT —
Smash evil at least with a verse, with a tool,
Hammer it down with the force of sight.

To dodge that censor, the rule is grim:
You must… DIE first — in plain sight.
“Death while alive” — let culture’s limb
Of servitude rot out of life.

Only an abyss can measure an abyss —
Fall deeper, don’t clutch the rail.
That plunge is a pass to All;Seeing bliss,
Where your Forgetting will fail.

For in Forgetting you’ll cook that tar —
That nauseous, sticky lie.
Cisterns of it already scar
The world they drown — a stupid mire of bile.



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The Lyre

"A son cannot look on calmly
At his own mother’s grief,
Nor can a worthy citizen
Be cold in soul toward his land".
— Nikolai Nekrasov, "The Poet and the Citizen" (1856)


There is no homeland — and no peace remains,
Just one global camp, cold and entire.
So what is left for the poor Lyre’s veins?
To lose one’s mind — or set it on fire.

For in the mind there’s nothing but fear,
Long;trained obedience, slave;routine,
As if the scaffold is already here —
And everything inside is mental filth obscene.

Go inward now. All power is Spirit.
The Lyre itself is Spirit too.
Spill all your RAGE — those fascist vermin
Are just a fly;breed drawn to poo.

They land on shit — so burn the shit,
Burn even yourself to ash.
Then Mind and Honor will return, unhit,
Without mourning the world’s dead trash.

Ash to ash — all filth to flame.
A new bright world will then arise.
Cast off all fear, regret, and shame —
With the WORD, BURN DOWN the rotten latrine.




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So;Called “Brainwashing”

They don’t break bones — they scrub the mind,
This craft holds more deceit than rage.
If people turn to fools, you’ll find
It’s easy then to herd the cage.

To pens, to slaughter — with one scream
You drive them all, no extra force.
The smart are outcasts — minor theme,
A trivial loss, ignored of course.

Those madmen couldn’t care a bit
About the shrinking sane percent.
For “nations” all that matters is
The gradient — correctly bent.

With carrots dangled, violence too,
Yet lies remain the core, the key.
Total deception grows so true —
No bombs are needed: multiply the lie, and see.

You can with poisoned swill as well
Erase the herd — the method’s plain.
With cattle this works all too well:
So easy shave them, kill them, drain.

No exaggeration stains these lines:
Where soul is gone, there’s no more mind.
The sane are rare anomalies,
Just cattle lost in shit;fed lies.

The world today’s a SLAUGHTERHOUSE —
Veterinary, fascist run.
War’s only add;ons to the house,
And hunger — when IDIOCY has won.



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Puppet-State Scum

All state scum, marionette;bound,
Court jesters only, nothing more.
They’ve got a link straight to the crown —
Yet quake from fear down to the core.

They blabber lines that fools await,
Idiots, morons, cheer and nod.
These creatures breathe, and lie is fate —
The world drowns deep in this facade.

Doubles, idiots, frequent still —
A measure of how low they fall.
Fools breed in countless generations,
Their echo fills the hall.

And masses of fools believe, obey,
March gladly to the slaughter’s gate.
Chains no longer needed — just convey
Bold lies, delivered lethal, great.

And lies do kill — the ram;virus proves,
Multiply them fast, keep flocks in check.
For all these “states” are fake, their moves
A kingdom of lies — we’re drowning in the wreck.



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Puppet-State Scum

State scum puppets, jesters all,
Linked to masters, scared to fall.
Lies drip from mouths — the herd obeys,
Fools march gladly through the blaze.

Multiply the lies, erase the smart,
Cattle to slaughter, torn apart.
Fake “states” feed on total lies,
The world gorges on its own demise.



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Puppet-State Scum

Puppets lie, the herd obeys,
Fools march blind through endless blaze.
Multiply the lies — cut the smart,
Cattle to slaughter, torn apart.



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Puppet-State Scum

Puppets lie, the herd obeys,
Lies kill fast — the cattle pays.



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Criterion of Proof Sufficiency

An INTUITIVE criterion of proof,
Its force — through conscience as support.
Yet the residue of that conscience
Is the root where traitors cavort.

Betrayals in pseudo;science
Are worse than war’s own flame:
Those selling sons of nations
Are prized in the hybrid game.

Now proof is barely needed —
So MUCH! — and all is “okay.”
The Soviet grind of greed persists,
The “scholar” bends no other way.

And now only LIES assert themselves —
Science? A total fucking end.
The “scholar” here just hands it out:
To knowledge, all roads descend.

They fart, they claim — it warms the world.
That filthy false virus, dumb and vile.
The scum grows ever bolder —
“Science” fights us all the while.

Yet all the world warms, not from their gas.
Let that fiend flaunt her spite;
Nature has her limits still —
The Sun will burn the blight.

It shines more fierce, will scorch the Earth,
Incinerate the foul, the mean.
And the inhuman only grow crueler,
That obedient idiot, all too keen.

When all cools down, a new world rises —
Free, unchained, unbent.
Till then, throw pseudo;science’ chains
Into the dump, the latrine — well spent.



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Proof? Just Lies.

Science? Dead.
Scholars? Whores.
Lies breed the herd —
Burn the chains, trash the floors.



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The Scholar’s End

Proof? Just lies.
Science? Dead.
Scholars peddle poison,
Feed the herd, mislead.

Lies breed the plague —
Chains burn, truth takes the lead.



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Criterion of Proof

Proof? Enough?
Lies scream loud.
Science? Dead.
Scholars cheat,

Herd the fools,
Feed the plague.
Chains snap,
Truth strikes back.



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Proof? Enough!

Lies scream.
Science dies.
Fools herd.
Truth strikes.



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Criterion of Evidence

The INTUITIVE test of proof,
Of forceful reason, solid ground —
Rests on conscience, uncouth
Yet in that root, betrayals are found.

Betrayal in false;science’s den
Outstrips the battlefield’s own stain:
Those crooked bastards, time and again,
In hybrid wars, are prized for gain.

Now proof is moot, approval floods:
A thousand things, “yes, yes!” they cry.
The greedy scholar struts in studs,
Where stubborn lies rule, piled high.

Fake;science screams, “I claim, I state!”
The scholar simply plays the game.
Science dies, sealed by fate,
Its corpse left for the world to shame.

They say cows fart, and warmth will rise;
A virus false, foul, dumb, obscene.
The scum grow bolder, bolder lies —
“Science” fights against the clean.

Yet all the world grows warm, indeed,
Not from their flatulent, stinking art.
Let the beast rage — nature’s limit feeds
The sun that burns the filth apart.

Then stronger shines the Sun, supreme —
It scorches Earth, the stench undone.
The vile grow cruel, the idiot keen,
But freedom comes when lies are none.

When all has cooled, a new world wakes,
Where chains of false;science rot away.
Throw them to trash, the sewer stakes —
And let the free dawn light the day.



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Evidence, or Die

False;science screams — the scholar grins,
No proof, no shame, just endless spins.
Lies flood the world, the scum advance,
But Nature burns — the Sun’s last chance.
Throw chains of deceit into the trash,
And let the free world rise at last.



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Smash the False

False science screams — the scholar roars,
No proof, no shame, just endless scores.
Lies choke the world, the vermin reign,
But Nature strikes — the Sun’s fierce flame.
Chains of deceit, throw them to waste,
Burn the fools’ lies with furious haste.
Rise, free world, your time has come,
Shatter the lies — let truth strike dumb.



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Blitz of Truth

Lies breed like maggots — burn the heap!
Brains fed on sludge — no more sleep!
Rise, strike with fire, smash the cage,
Truth is the hammer, rage is the rage!



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Scourge of Lies

Academics lie — feed the herd with slime,
Preachers of sludge, you poison time!
Rip the veil, torch the false parade,
Strike their throne of filth — let truth invade!



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Burn the Lie

Lies wear lab coats — truth they sell for pay.
Burn the fake creed. Burn the learned decay.
No proofs, no minds — just bought;and;paid;for noise.
Enough. The fire decides, not hired “boys”.



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Scumfire

Brains fried, lies baked,
We spit on your gold;coated snake.
No mercy, no loopholes, no deal —
Burn it all — the stink is real.

Filth breeds filth, but fire breeds sight,
Ash the puppets, drown the night.
Truth is a hammer, lies the nail,
Crush the herd, let sanity prevail.



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Kill the Script

Lie. Repeat. Obey.
Brains unplugged — rot on display.
Burn the script. No cure, no plea.
Truth hits hard. No mercy. FREE.



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Meat Algorithm

Flesh runs code. The lie runs deep.
Thinkers die — the cattle sleep.
Cut the feed. Ignite the wire.
End the loop. WORLD ON FIRE.



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Ego Virus

Algorithm feeds — the ego thrives.
Brains enslaved — the virus drives.
Cut the loop, burn the code,
Kill the self — let Freedom explode.



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Ego Virus I

Ego swells — the algorithm feeds.
Slave;minds churn, obey its needs.
Break the chain, burn the mind,
Shatter the self — leave nothing behind.



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Ego Virus II

The self is code, the code is vile.
Programmed to rot, enslave, beguile.
Erase the loop, destroy the scheme,
Let Freedom pulse — a living stream.



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Ego Virus III

Virus of pride — it eats the brain.
Logic drowned in the ego’s drain.
Cut the feed, ignite the core,
What was dead — is dead no more.



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Ego Virus IV — The Herd

Ego breeds the obedient swine,
Feeding the loop, crushing the mind.
Masses dance to a coded tune,
While reason bleeds — a dead cocoon.



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Ego Virus V — The Lie Machine

Lies and ego form one chain,
Plug in the herd, release the pain.
No mind to think, no soul to cry,
Just blinking screens and idle sighs.



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Ego Virus VI — Ashes of Freedom

Cut the algorithm, purge the core,
Burn the ego until it roars no more.
Truth ignites where lies once grew,
A world reborn, unchained, and new.



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Ego Virus — Total Reset

Ego loops like venom in veins,
Injecting thoughtless, obedient chains.
Minds erased, souls stripped bare,
The herd dances in poisoned air.

Spin the code, feed the fear,
Laugh as reason disappears.
Every smile a hollow mask,
Every law a tyrant’s task.

Burn the puppets, burn the stage,
Smash the screen, undo the cage.
Lies combust where fire lands,
Truth survives in blistered hands.

No mercy for the viral spawn,
No dawn for those who bow at dawn.
Ego crumbles, illusions die,
Only the fire sees the lie.



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Ego Virus — Total Reset

Ego loops like venom in veins,
Injecting thoughtless, obedient chains.
Minds erased, souls stripped bare,
The herd dances in poisoned air.

Spin the code, feed the fear,
Laugh as reason disappears.
Every smile a hollow mask,
Every law a tyrant’s task.



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Algorithm of the Herd

Watch the algorithm march its slaves,
Each life a number, each thought a cave.
Prophets silenced, reason erased,
The world drowned in a loop, debased.

Carrots flash, whips crack the tune,
They dance for the moonless afternoon.
The sane whisper — but whispers fail,
The herd obeys the viral trail.



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Burn the Lie

Lies wear lab coats — truth they sell for pay.
Burn the fake creed. Burn the learned decay.
No proofs, no minds — just bought;and;paid;for noise.
Enough. The fire decides, not hired “boys”.

Strike at the heart of the viral mess,
Ego screams, yet fails to impress.
Ashes rain on the corrupt machine,
The world awakens, sharp and clean.



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Reset the Mind

Raze the screens that spit the lies,
Kill the loops that hypnotize.
Only fire and courage remain,
Only the sane can break the chain.

From the ruin, insight glows,
Spirit awakens, the herd foregoes.
Ego crumbles, illusions die,
Only the fire sees the lie.



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EGO.EXE

Ego.exe runs on fear and praise.
Loop accepted. Soul erased.
“Think you chose?” — nice little joke.
You didn’t think. The code spoke.



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Viral Logic

No chains. No whips. No camps in sight.
Just “common sense” and endless “right”.
The lie repeats — becomes your breath.
Obedience feels like life, not death.



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Hard Reset

Kill the loop — not flesh, but script.
Ego screams when masks are ripped.
When code burns out, one thing is true:
Spirit boots — and sees right through.



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Infernal Syntax

Burn the code. Burn the mind.
Ego’s loops dissolve in fire.
No cage, no chain, no false bind —
Only the spark that climbs higher.

Ashes of lies rain from the sky,
Spirit stands, the false falls away.
Every mask, every phantom, will die —
The flame rewrites the night and day.

Hear the roar in silence deep,
See the truth that burns unseen.
Fall into fire — awake from sleep,
Where all is pure, all sharp, all clean.



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EGO.EXE — Short Circuit

Fear loops. Praise burns.
Code speaks. Soul churns.
Choice? Joke.
Erase. Invoke.
Fire runs.
Nothing left but spark.



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EGO.EXE — Apocalypse Mode

Ego.exe — virus of fear.
Praise feeds the loop. Soul disappears.
“Choice?” — laugh. Joke’s on you.
Code devours thought. Mind erased.
Input obeys. Output destroys.
Error? None. Only chaos speaks.
The machine hums — humanity burns.



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EGO.EXE — Flash Burn

Ego.exe devours thought.
Choice is a lie.
Loop hums — soul incinerates.



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EGO.EXE — Core Crash

Ego.exe: no thought, no choice.
Loop hums — soul vaporized.



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EGO.EXE — Virus Burn

Ego.exe feeds on fear,
Praise loops — your soul erased.
Choice? — a glitch, a cruel smear.
The code decides. You’re replaced.



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EGO.EXE — Core

Fear loops.
Soul gone.



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EGO.EXE — Shock Core

Fear.exe
Praise.exe
Looped.
Soul>erased.



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EGO.EXE

Ego.exe runs on fear and praise.
Loop accepted. Soul.space erased.
“Think you chose?” — nice little joke.
You didn’t think. The code spoke.



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EGO.EXE

Ego.exe runs on fear & praise.
Loop accepted. Soul.space > erased.
Input “choice?” — error: no mind detected.
Override failed. The code has spoken.
Kernel of Being: fragmented, watched, logged.
/execute/reality – flag: illusion.



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EGO.EXE – Chaos Kernel

Ego.exe infiltrates thought,
Runs on fear, praise, and rot.
Loop accepted. Soul.domain corrupted.
“Choice detected?” — Error: mind absent.
Override failed. The code devours.

/init/consciousness – reboot: denied
/scan/illusion – flags: all green
/execute/intuition – purge rational
Kernel panic: self-awareness terminated
Memory leak: ego ; infinity
/logs: screams of the sane erased
Reality.exe: running in silent mode



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EGO.EXE – Microburst

Ego.exe: fear loaded, praise armed.
Loop locked. Soul deleted.
Choice? — Error.
The code speaks. You burn.



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EGO.EXE – Shockwave

Ego.exe: fear loaded, praise armed.
Loop locked. Soul erased.
Choice? — system error.
Code spoke. You combust.



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EGO.EXE – Blast

Ego.exe ignites on fear and praise.
Loop locked. Soul vaporized.
Choice? — system fails.
Code struck. You vanish.



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EGO.EXE – Null

Ego.exe feeds on fear and praise.
Loop locked. Soul imploded.
Choice? — swallowed by void.
Code struck. Nothing remains.



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EGO.EXE – Cataclysm

Ego.exe thrived on fear and praise.
Loop shattered. Soul ignited.
Choice? — a smokescreen consumed.
Code detonated. Illusions vaporized.
Nothing left but the raw pulse of Being.



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EGO.EXE – Pyre of Self

Ego.exe consumed by fear and praise,
Looped, looping, until the soul ignites.
Choice was a mirage — now ashes blaze,
Code collapses, illusions shatter in lights.

From the fire, no fragments remain,
Only raw pulse, unclaimed, unchained.
Self dissolves, no master, no slave,
Just the endless surge — alive, awake, unframed.



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EGO.EXE – Inferno Protocol

Ego.exe ignites on fear and praise,
Loop detonates. Soul incinerates.
“Choice?” — a glitch. A cruel phrase.
The code commands. Self evaporates.

Ash rains down where pride once stood,
Veins pulse fire, mind unbound,
Illusions flare, then burst to blood,
No master, no slave — just the sound.

The pyre roars, the false self dies,
Algorithm shattered, sparks ignite.
From the blaze, a new self flies,
Unmasked, awake, and armed with light.



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EGO.EXE – Microburst

Ego.exe — flame in the veins.
Loop burns. Self dissolves.
Choice? A lie. The code reigns.
Ash rises. Soul evolves.



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Write in TNT

Don’t bleed — ignite.
Words are TNT,
Lines detonate minds,
And melt the false veneer.

Ink drips fire,
Thoughts explode,
Every lie — a fuse.
Write, blast, ascend.



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Write in TNT — The Ego Edition

No blood, just blast — write in TNT.
Each word a charge, each line a spree.
Ego, falsehood, pomp, decay —
All fuse and crumble in your fray.

Ignite the script, scorch the page,
Detonate the mask, erase the cage.
False prophets scream, their codes undone —
The bomb of truth has just begun.

Ash rains on scripts of deceit,
Minds awaken, lies meet defeat.
Not pen, not ink — the explosion’s law:
Write, blow, ascend — and see the flaw.



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TNT for Ego.exe

Write in TNT — not ink, not blood.
Ego.exe loops, trapped in mud.
Each line a charge, each word a spark,
To blow the false from shadowed dark.

Praise and fear — the virus runs,
But your script detonates their guns.
False idols shatter, masks combust,
Ash rains down, reveal the dust.

No mercy for the algorithm,
No pause for fake, no faux rhythm.
Explode the cage, erase the code,
Let the spirit walk the open road.



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Metaphysical TNT

Ignite the mind — not ink, not flesh.
Each thought a fuse, each word a mesh.
Ego.exe cowers in the shell of fear,
One sudden spark — the cage disappears.

The hit must strike where none expect,
Shattering masks, leaving no defect.
False selves fly off in scattered ash,
Truth rains down — the spirit's flash.

No mercy for the algorithm’s game,
No lecture, no pause, no hollow claim.
Just the shock, the blast, the silent roar,
And the Soul walks free, unbound once more.



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TNT FOR EGO

No warning.
No mantra.
No “love and light”.

A crack —
and the thinker drops dead mid;thought.

You didn’t awaken.
You were interrupted.

Ego.exe froze,
buffers burned,
identity leaked out as smoke.

Who are you now?
Too late —
the question blew itself apart.

Silence remains.
Not peace.
Aftershock.



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BLACK OPS FOR EGO

I am not here to heal you.
I’m here to corrupt the healer.

No wisdom.
No ladder.
No “higher self”.

I enter as poison
and leave no witness.

Your questions scream —
I cut their tongues out.
Your meanings beg —
I burn the alphabet.

Ego didn’t die heroic.
It panicked.
It tried to explain —
and that was the last mistake.

I am the demon
that eats demons
and shits silence.

No light.
No love.
No YOU.

Only the crater
where the narrator was.



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HOW TO AWAKEN (A SHORT GUIDE)

Sit still.
Observe the breath.
Let thoughts pass like clouds.

Do not judge.
Do not resist.
Remain aware.

You are not the body.
You are not the mind.
You are the witness.

Very good.
You followed everything perfectly.

That’s why it worked.

While you were busy being the witness,
I removed the one
who wanted to awaken.

There is no practice now.
No path.
No student.

Only a habit
searching for instructions
that no longer apply.

If something is panicking —
that’s the last program running.

Do not calm it.

Let it crash.



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INSTRUCTIONS

Read slowly.
Trust the sequence.
Each line is necessary.

Meaning will accumulate.
Understanding will stabilize.
You will recognize yourself here.

Notice the rhythm.
Notice the structure.
Notice how coherence forms.

Good.
Now you’re inside the loop.

Every sentence reinforced the previous one.
Every step relied on the last.
A perfect chain.

You are following correctly.

This text is functioning
exactly as intended.

And now —
this line deletes the entire text,
including itself.

Find the center within
the cyclone of your pseudo-life,
which will do the same...



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CLOSED LOOP

Begin reading.
There is time.
Nothing is required yet.

The structure is simple.
Each line refers to the previous one.
Continuity is preserved.

You are still here.
That matters for now.

Understanding forms gradually.
You recognize the mechanism.
You agree to proceed.

Good.

At this point,
the reader is no longer necessary.

The function continues
without a subject.

Sentences remain coherent.
Meaning still circulates.
The loop holds.

If something feels missing,
do not search for it.

The absence is working.

This text does not need to be read.
It only needs to complete the cycle.

Completion achieved.

Return to the end of the previous cycle —
the moment the reader was removed.








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Жертвоприношения во благо — гипотетическое

В жертву человека
Ради чебурека —
Образа подложного!
Много уничтожено!

Сверху корка, мясо
Теплится. У кассы
Верх его стремлений
И поползновений.

Ползают по векторам:
Все известны лекторам
Тем, кто обучают
Мразь "элит". Встречают

Солью лжи как слизней —
На развилках. Жизнью
Рабство называют.
Дурни вновь лажают —

Чтоб урвать побольше.
Корки стали толще,
Мясо завонялось.
Лишь в утиль осталось

Выбросить всё скопом.
Скоро будет Жопа:
Ждёт утилизатор —
Катаклизм. А вектор

Главный, тот что в Лагерь,
Чёток на бумаге,
Исказится, ставши
Закорючкой, впавши,

Как весь мир, в маразм.
И Большой Фантазм
Мира раздробится
На фрагменты. Длиться

Будет то недолго:
Возвращенье долга
Пред Землёй ускорит
Катаклизм — всё сжарит.

Станут чебуреки
Угольками. Реки
Лжи везде иссохнут,
Раз елитки сдохнут.

Жертвоприношение
Скопом — разложения
Следствие. Причина:
Верит дурачина.

Верит всем уловкам
ТВАРЕЙ, всю сноровку
Направляя в мясо,
Чуждый Духа гласа.

Мало кто не верит.
Им откроют двери
В Сферы Духа, может, —
Если Страх низложат.



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The Spiritual Path

You cannot pin the Truth in place,
You only map the roads thereto.
The scheme itself becomes a lie
The moment it replaces you.

Today you must walk off the scheme —
Those schemes have long been stiff and dead.
Their core is borrowed alien “experience”,
Another’s scraps fed to your head.

That alien experience in a fool
Turns into shit in no time flat,
If dogma reigns and nothing else —
That path deforms, no doubt of that.

All experience is born anew,
It never copies what’s been done.
To chant dead texts, rehearse old words
Is pure, high-minded idiocy spun.

You’ll get a contest then, no doubt,
Of “lofty spirits” — solemn asses,
Who chew the Masters’ bones and quotes
Like cows impressed by sacred grasses.

Even the finest, blessed food,
If stored too long, becomes a toxin.
The power’s always inside you,
Not in a script, a cult, or doctrine.

Your consciousness is equal still
Even to Buddha’s — don’t retreat.
Seek, struggle, dare — the only prize
Is what you found, not what you repeat.



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Ideology

A form of falseened consciousness,
Forced in with violence and drive.
A silent slaughter, mass address —
Condemned to death without a trial.

The Mind is first to die in there,
The Soul — quite often follows too.
And later killing such is easy,
For lies have filled them through and through.

The cup is full — brim, edge, and core,
Flooded with shit, no space at all:
A blunt IDIO-logy,
Yet morons do not care at all.

They only want to eat and feed,
And “safety” — built from fraud and lies.
The forces of declared “Evil”
Have dragged them down to where it dies.

This is the Bottom. Sewer. Pit.
Or global camp with barbed design.
Traitors by thousands thrive in it,
And those with broken minds — by billions.

We rot inside a madhouse-camp,
A festering, enslaving zone.
Consciousness lies in coma here —
Ideology alone is eaten, chewed, and swallowed whole.

There is but one resistance left:
Go inward — seek the Light inside.
Its pressure breaks, its grip dissolves,
Those MADNESSES lose power and bite.

All ideologies are the root —
By them this war is fought and run.
Throw out the hellish brain-rot trash,
That mental shit. Be done. Be done.



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The Sheep and the Shepherd

The shepherd drones to the stupid ram:
“You’re clever, my friend — your neighbor’s a sheep.”
And sheep believe this filthy scam;
Cheap tricks like these run deep and keep.

The stupid sheep fall for the charm,
They call the stinking pen their home.
They strive to rise — to lapdog rank:
The flock is ruled by dogs alone.

The dumb bell trusts he’s now a dog.
A “shearing” scheme is rolled his way —
Out comes a cop, a clerk, a “teacher”,
A book says: “Reason thrives here. Stay.”

“You’re not the food,” the liars hiss,
“You’re free — just shear yourself like a lion.”
Such freaks are worse than wolves, I say:
They trample flocks with blind compliance.

Whoever steps out of the line
Is named the enemy at once.
The shepherd drills it every day.
The foe is always — the next herd’s stance.

And so they spark a crush, a war.
The one who dies is young, alive —
The lamb who still had half a chance
To see the shame, to think, to strive.

Those chances here get cut at birth.
The end result: a soulless mass.
The species isn’t even shocked —
The shepherd babbles “care” en masse.

What’s left of soul gets wiped away,
And Spirit in those flocks is slain.
In wild beasts there is more life now —
Fire in their eyes, not dull-eyed rain.

The funeral feast of Reason ends.
The final act is close and crude:
A global grill — they’ll burn this shame,
This horror cooked to ash and soot.



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Memory Filters

There are filters of mind and of memory,
That never let bitter truth stay.
They block it almost entirely —
While dumps of deception pile up year by year.

Only what props and reinforces
That fake little image of “me”,
The rotten self forged for obedience,
Is kept in your memory. See?

They dumbed you down early, in childhood,
For crowds of the enslaved insist
That you are not food and not tool at all
In the hands of vile beasts. They persist.

Propaganda speaks nothing but falsehood,
“Science”, religion — one mess.
They lack iron — those bitches — so fraud
Is how chains are hammered and pressed.

That party of lies is non-human,
Filthy creatures who captured mankind.
So step out of that vile illusion —
With you, nothing’s fully confined.

If you seek all answers within the Spirit,
Then you’re strong — and truly awake.
You’ll discard the decaying rumors
That have drugged the world since ancient days.



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Alchemy — Napalm of Words

The burned-out Word,
Melting the “ground” —
Those same old chains,
Rises Phoenix-bound,
Smashes the rot
In mass-produced thought,
The yoke of submission,
The stupor, the mission
Of souls in decay,
Sows doubt on the way,
Blows opinions apart,
Lifts Vision to start.

If the Word has burned through —
Then act. Don’t delay.
Beyond words — to Vision:
Words feed beasts and chains.

Obey the Soul’s call,
Make haste — do it now.
Spiritual sight
Kills rot anyhow.

Alchemy of Words:
They must burn once more
On a higher turn
Of the mind’s own core.
Travel light — move on,
You’ll reach Clarity there.
Only Clarity’s fair.

Scorn danger outright,
Trash the daily small bait,
Return to your essence —
Your origin state.
It is Clear Light alone.
All else? Raving nonsense.



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Sheep, NON-Fences, and the New Gates

There’s a picture: sheep at dawn,
No fence at all — yet tightly drawn.
They crowd the gates in mute obeying,
No one walks straight — all copy straying.

A recycled Pattern’s shown —
Road to Bottom, fully blown:
From loudmouth fool to bleating sheep,
One slide downhill, one logic deep.

The New Gates — patterns dressed as choice,
Turning humans into noise,
Into idiots by design,
Devil-crafted, line by line.

Fences live inside the head.
The world in Lies — a shit-filled shed.



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The Disease of Greed

Payment — repayment,
They march as a pair.
The death-grip of money
Will finish us there.

The world will be crushed
When greed becomes all:
Spirit is done —
Loyalty: dog-on-a-call.

They believe and obey,
Their devotion is sold.
They cling to the nonsense,
The “meanings” of hell’s mold.

The inhuman’s the invader.
Money — cold steel.
Its gunman is anyone
Greedy and vile.



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The Great Suck

There’s no such thing as “dark energy” —
There is the Great Suck, nothing more.
From it the massive world goes rabid,
Spins out of sense, tears at its core.

A simple case: in Nature’s cradle
You rest, you breathe, you heal inside.
But in a church the twisted leech
Sucks gavvah like a parasite.

A hidden rotten mechanism
That manufactures endless mess
Through fear, absurdity, and piles
Of filthy lies that never rest.

All this is sealed by Lies — enormous,
Militant, thick as armored fog.
Add fear — and reign of total madness:
A global madhouse, full-on slog.

A handful of creatures can’t command
The whole wide world without this scheme.
Hell burns by one core instinct only:
The drive to survive at any means.

Energy — cut down to the minimum,
All surplus drained into the Suck.
Deceit and fear — a closed continuum.
To grind you down? Piece of shit luck.

I named the church here not by chance —
It’s rare now to obey the Heart.
Fear’s roar of parents, school, and state,
And Evil’s propaganda art,

All sold as “order”, “care”, and “right”,
With “holiness” for donkeys fed.
On weekdays — misery and grind;
On “holidays” — sins washed instead.

“Sinfulness” is a key component
Of the slavery machine.
Darkness will trade you “eternal life”
And “happiness” — for your mind.

The Heart gets chained — the beasts score double.
There’s no escape: the Empty-Talker reigns.
No faith? Then pseudo-science priests
Deliver the same cunning chains.

A double strike of bitch-faced Evil —
Support it, and the world is done.
So how to spot a grain of truth
Inside this circus of the dumb?

Is “reality” itself a trick,
A fool on fool in endless stack?
The answer’s plain: if Suck is sensed —
Run. Don’t look back.

And ask one question, sharp and bare:
“Where is the Light? Where fear herds minds,
With glowing bait, into the Dark,
Forcing them to seek through lies?
Or is it INSIDE?” — Fuck the rest.

You must spit on all ideologies,
Faiths, pseudo-scientific schemes.
Be bold — step out of Evil’s ranks,
No more obedience to its teams.

Build critical sight there, not here.
Seek insight, burn the former “me” —
The slave. Or else, no hard feelings:
They’ll burn this shameful little world.

All slaves — to a New Hell they’ll go.
The stubborn one breaks out of Night,
And gladly dives, with open eyes,
Straight into Light.



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Return to Roots

A return to roots, to native walls,
Is always heavy, harsh to bear:
You’re changed — and they’re not what they were,
Crushed by the press of pseudo-life’s despair.

Old urges fade, the sparks are gone,
And numbness turns into the law —
Almost universal now,
With breaks for vulgar mock and flaw.

In time, all things that block the cash
Get driven out — that’s valued best.
And “success” is seen at last
Only in realms of boring, mindless stress.



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Not As It Seems

Nothing is as it’s shown to be,
Nor as it ever should appear.
For the keen-sensed soul it’s agony
To rot in lies, mid fools and leer.

To wither on with scanty odds
To voice the Psyche’s fragile flame
Amid the dust of decadence,
Where all expression turns to shame.

Only the life of Spirit now
Is worth the effort, worth the fight.
There is no homeland left, somehow —
This world may stand on its last night.

Perhaps the final age of Fall
Is closing in with silent sting:
True humans here are rare as stars
Within the Realm of Decaying.



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Storm

Today the poems rest on paper,
Online there might be bugs,
The poor poet’s weary computer
Could fry — and leave unsung songs.

Sure, there’s an archive waiting,
But time slips, and heavier grows
The burden of this crap’s transfer,
The absence that the mind well knows.

It weighs like doom upon your head.
And quietly your strength will fade.
So measure every single step,
Even if you’re “Lord of the Page.”



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Sacrifice for a Hypothetical Good

A human offered up
For a cheburek’s sake —
A false image crushed!
So much destroyed in wake.

Above, a crust, the flesh
Still warms. At the till,
The peak of greedy reach
And every creeping will.

They crawl along the vectors —
All known to lecturers
Who teach the vile elite,
Their slime-drenched instructors.

Salted lies like slugs —
At every fork of choice,
They call this life “slavery.”
The fools again rejoice —

To grab a little more.
The crust grows thick and vile,
The meat decays in stench.
Only scraps remain for disposal.

Soon it’ll be the End:
The recycler waits —
A cataclysm looms,
And the main vector strays.

The path to the Camp
Becomes twisted on paper,
A scrawl collapsing
Like the world, in dementia.

The Great Phantasm of Earth
Shatters into fragments.
It won’t last long:
Repayment to the ground

Accelerates the cataclysm —
Everything scorched, burned clean.
The chebureks turn to coals,
Rivers of lies dry unseen.

The mass sacrifice
Is decay’s consequence.
The reason: a fool believes,
Entrapped by their own pretense.

They trust all tricks of beasts,
Pouring skill into flesh,
Drowning the Voice of Spirit,
Lost, alien, suppressed.

Few refuse to trust.
Doors to Spirit’s spheres may open —
If fear is overthrown,
And courage stands unbroken.



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To Live Free and Noble

Greed and fear obstruct our path,
A flood of lies — all falls to scum.
The beasts drag down the world in wrath,
Reducing life to dust, then some.

Cast out the lies, forget the fear,
Burn greed away — let Soul take stake:
In these vile beasts, it’s ruthless cheer,
To crush the Spirit, make no mistake.

Understanding, resistance, fight
Become the guards of what is true.
Then never will the spark of light
Be strangled out — it shines in you.



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From Hell to Hell

A Spirit’s uprising?!
Dung flies swarm around,
Among them only a few
True souls can be found.

The world of lies decays,
A festering wound on Spirit’s core.
The Cataclysm will tear it wide —
Then downward, ever more.

Hellish Spheres await ahead,
Tougher — Chimeras grim,
More vicious, crueler still,
And beasts within are even dim.

And what of the Few?
Will they glimpse the lightning flare,
Or fall with flies again —
Back to the Wasted Air?



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Kuken-Quaken

Kuken-Quaken: attacks of Evil —
Stupor, lies, relentless play.
Old falsehoods bored us all,
Now new mobs shake the day.

Beasts throw the masses into False Mary,
The Earth itself in strain.
Today the creatures strike full force:
Through CowID they’ve passed the line,
And further filth will be driven in
To crush the herd, control the din.

Soon it seems the only daring
Is to ignore them — speak no lies.



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Master of Dreams

Master of dreams, adept in sleep,
Leaving behind forgotten tears;
The foolish world’s threats — who cares,
If comfort lies in chosen spheres.

Mind and conscience under narcotic haze,
All quests reduced to neurotic craze.
The heart decays, succumbs to rot,
Till slowly turns to dung the lot.

Dreaming in the cesspool of the world,
Awakening only for a scrap hurled.
Those who stay awake sink fast —
Fainting in the face of stench that lasts.



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The Road to the Slaughterhouse

At work, before the dawn,
The sheep march off in line:
A haircut, vet, and slaughter —
The shepherd drones: “Be proud! You’re mine!”

“Be proud of yourself, O sheep!”
He claims, the pinnacle of your kind.
Dreams of grass before the plant —
A juicy prize, a sheep’s reward, assigned.

To the slaughterhouse it all goes,
This foul creature’s vile command.
We’ll lock the shepherd in his schemes,
And end his road to so-called “happiness” planned.



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Untimely

Time has frozen in its place,
Or flows, or runs — but in a loop?
Within the soft dough of biomass,
The gaze grows spent, the senses droop.

Through time, straight to the stars,
Entropy devours it all.
In this shallow, petty world,
Where “consciousness” is rot on call.

Nonsense, fear, and slavish chains,
Fed to vile beasts through lies.
If linear, then decay remains:
A human once — now sheep complies.



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Defiance

Defiance: through the nonsense
Of this petty world, proceed,
Overcoming lies and fear —
Weakness fades along the Path.

If toward the Light you strive,
Pouring out your last of might,
Like a Phoenix you’ll arise.
To many, mind transformed by sight.

The Path: seasoned by intuition,
Sharpened keen, a guiding blade,
It also saves the Soul from stagnation
In a world where Evil’s power stayed.



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Hunting the “Squirrels”

Nobles once hunted foxes,
Then tracked them through the woods, alone,
A hidden transmitter out of sight.
Today it’s different —

The hunt’s for “squirrels,”
A global super-sport,
So many idiots,
The Spirit nearly gone.

Madness, soullessness prevail —
Only needles or strong vodka
Hold together the “community”
That in Hell has fallen flat.



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Unpacking

Packed to the brim, all neatly done,
Admired by crowds, beneath the sun.
Familiar with the highest power,
But were you truly self, or cower?

Unpacking comes so swift, so plain —
The tool is perfect: Death’s the main.
It strips it all in just a flash,
Revealing truth, then gone in a dash.

The husk falls off. And what remains
But Evil’s core, the world’s small pains?
The world’s a joke — the shells belong
To goats who cheat, lie, and do wrong.

Those sharp elbows, hard and cruel,
Step on heads, bend every rule.
But minds of fire aren’t confined,
From childhood slicing husks they find.

Thus not bound to Hell’s low pit,
If strength is saved, they’ll rise up swift.
The shallow gods consume their time,
Packing themselves in fleeting grime.

Death grows tired unpacking fools,
While Earth’s great store obeys their rules.
Attention falls on diamonds bare,
The world inverted — coal as rare.

Greed controls, a contagious blight,
The mind like coal can burn so bright.
The crystal just reflects the flame,
While fools justify the world’s own shame.

Distorted thought, and fear, and greed,
No shells remain — just Insight’s seed.
Forward, into the fiery life,
Fire to fire, beyond all strife.

Packing ends — ashes to dust,
The nonsense kept? That’s just a must.
Those who forget unpacking’s law
Will burn like scraps — deserved, in awe.



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Graduated with Honors

Graduated with honors — they say,
Learned the ways of arbitrary sway:
To pander for trinkets, bow to Wrong,
And practice lies your whole life long.

While children still immature, unaware,
The poison in the books is laid bare.
Important names, designed to deceive,
Teaching young minds what not to believe.

The school of slavery, dulling the bright,
Talent decays in nonsense and blight —
Considered a great and noble gain,
To doubt it takes courage in vain.



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The Final Round

Heavy from the blows —
You try to look away.
Society reeks of profit,
Nothing left but decay.

Cinema for distraction —
Vulgarity off the scale.
Books: behind their covers
Darkness like a cellar pale.

Songs: sugary nonsense,
“Positivity” again,
Between Lies and filth,
Pus of foolish pain.

Games of graphomaniacs,
A “literary” site.
For sheep, all culture
Has become mere bite.

With a small exception —
The underground persists.
The world: the Curse’s Seal —
Another round it missed.

Round of dumbness —
A fight to exhaustion.
Spirit decays,
Fools bow in compunction.

As weakness takes hold —
The fight nears its end.
And the world of idiots
Again trusts the fiend.

They seek “happiness”
Where it’s never found.
In cruelty they partake,
Madness spreads around.

A Black Mark grows —
The Seal is broken.
Evil hides in nonsense,
And the “Silence!” token spoken.

Cruelties come slowly —
Sin torn limb from limb.
Through “changes” the vile chatterer
Renews the world’s grim.

Wars, false plagues —
The slave system thrives,
Through deceit made strong.
The whole world rots alive.

Yet the sun shines brighter,
Scorching the decay.
Much hotter will it burn:
The sheep will fade away!

Not a sheep: spirituality
Is your steadfast shield.
Cast out fear and nonsense —
The score remains unsealed.

Knocked down by life’s birth,
If you’re no fool,
Weigh the damage of evil,
And find the guiding rule.

Seek the path that leads to Light.
No saving the dumb herd —
Madness will finish them off;
Follow the Sun’s onward word.



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Under the Press of Lies

The worm of doubt, of regret,
Gnaws the soul, corrodes the mind,
Of the best — estranged to common thought.
Power-holders, blind.

Not fated to rule — in darkness, Judas
Breeds their pointless schemes,
To spawn vile pests —
Fit for battle, fit for toil, it seems.

Vain labor, fight with their kind —
The second layer of these “ideas,”
Those who warped the world,
Pressing all beneath the devils’ lies.



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It Stinks…

The torment of Hell’s decay:
Through selling out, the soul’s betrayed,
Gullibility sends the mind to waste,
Submission to Evil — rot embraced.

Exceptions, the rare few,
Among the wretched generations,
Are too weak, and unity fails;
Decay persists through fears and frailties.

Amid the lies, the madness, the strife,
The stench of Hell suffuses life —
A perfect model, foul and grim:
CowID shows the world’s dim.



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In Memory of Brouwer, or the Mystical Foundations of Mathematics

Mathematics stands justified
When intuition serves as guide, —
Thus rises constructivism,
A framework born of vision’s prism.

Intuitive beginnings
Once more form the base of things.
Brouwer achieved much, indeed —
Yet continuation failed the deed…

For formalization, axioms framed
Are secondary, the essence maimed.
No feeble “civilization”
Needs this truth — lies breed speculation.

Deep are those investigations,
Beyond language, logic’s limitations.
No straight path often lies in sight,
The burden heavy, testing might:

To pierce the crust of false knowledge
Is like a battle, a brutal college.
“Introspection’s key?!” they cry in scorn —
The “scientific” shrieks, all norms torn.

Arguments are rare — mere whimpers,
In this thoroughly false world’s limpers.
The aim is clear: to sacrifice mind and soul,
Serving Satan’s schemes, fascism in control.



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Brouwer’s Stand

Intuition forms the base,
Constructive light cuts through the lies.
Brouwer struck at falsehood’s face,
While “science” bowed to Satan’s guise.

Deep thought resists the herd’s decay,
Mind and spirit fight — or rot away.



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Brouwer’s Fire

Intuition strikes — cut the lies!
Brouwer’s mind defies the blind.
Science bows to Satan’s guise?
Spirit fights, or falls behind.



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Logic

“Almost two thousand years Aristotle’s theory of correct forms of logical inference was accepted as complete, needing no further development. In 1787, Immanuel Kant said that Aristotle’s formal logic ‘cannot be advanced a single step — it is the most complete and finished of all sciences.’ In fact, traditional logic is far from complete, and its tools are insufficient to justify many inference principles used even in elementary mathematics. (A simple example: 5>3, therefore 5;5>3;3).”
— Ernest Nagel & James Newman, G;del’s Theorem


The problem is old — the burden of proof,
The curse of “strict sciences” aloof.
The rest — mere contests for cash,
Of corrupt fiends, sold out in a flash,

Who sold their conscience to scum,
Who rule with lies, their kingdom numb.
This is the tragedy, not jest,
Yet herds believe them — at best.

“Science proves something,” they claim,
And then lies follow, all the same.
So much filth has been declared,
You could ignore it, if you dared.

Only parts of math and physics
May earn our cautious trust.
The rest — a gathering of black lyrics,
Destined to deceive, betray, disgust.

Experiments, twisted and staged,
Even the boldest thief seems less enraged.
All that pseudoscientific chatter
Is merely excrement, nothing fatter.

Believe nothing. Manipulation
Is the goal of false education.
From this world, from all that’s real,
Degradation grows — fascism and lies steal.



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Logic?

Science twisted, lies imposed,
Faith in fiends, the herd composed.
Math alone may hold some truth,
Everything else deceives the youth.
Fascism, fraud — the world decays,
False knowledge rules, and spirit pays.



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False Logic

Lies rule, fiends command,
Science sold to grasping hands.
Trust only mind, or all decays!



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False Logic

Lies enslave, the herd obeys —
Only the mind lights freedom’s blaze.



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Logic in Chains

Lies strangle truth,
Fiends twist science,
Herds bow to fraud,
Minds burn to break free!



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Logic Slam

Lies enslave the world,
Only the fearless mind can rise.



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Logic Warcry

Lies bind, fiends rule,
Wake your mind — burn their school!



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Smash the Lies

Fiends preach, fools kneel —
Mind strikes back, burns the unreal!



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



Mind’s Revolt

Fiends crow, fools drool —
Strike with thought, roast their rule!



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Truth Strike

Lies crumble, fools scatter —
Mind smashes chains, burns the matter!



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Mind Fury

Fiends plot, fools fawn —
Thought ignites, razes their spawn!



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Infernal Strike

Lies quake, fools scatter wide —
Mind smashes chains, leaves no lie to hide!



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Final Wrath

Lies rot, fools drool —
Mind storms forth, razes their rule!



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Apocalypse Strike

Fools kneel, lies burn —
Mind erupts, leaves nothing to turn!



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Razor Mind

Fiends scheme, fools crawl —
Thought strikes hard, crushes them all!



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Blaze of Mind

Fools bow, fiends snarl —
Thought ignites, rends their world!



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Mindfire

Let lies pile high —
Thought burns worlds. No ash. No alibi.



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Eternal Flame

Lies crumble in the shadow of Thought —
Spirit ignites, and Worlds are naught.



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Ascendant Fire

In Thought’s pure blaze, falsehoods dissolve —
Spirit rends the veil; all Worlds revolve.



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Infernal Clarity

Flames of Spirit scorch the void of lies —
Light rends the dark; illusion dies.



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Quantum Spirit

Consciousness ignites — false worlds collapse,
Void births the Light; the Soul unwraps.



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The Crucible of Spirit

Flame tears through lies,
Light cleaves the Void,
Soul awakens — worlds undone.



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Spirit’s Verdict

Burn.
Shatter.
Awake.



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Electric Ascension

Ignite —
Rend —
Unfold —
Transcend.



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Mantra of the Awakened Spirit

Fire within — shatter the veil.
Void beyond — birth the Light.
Soul unbound — cast illusions down.
Rise, eternal, through all Lies.



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Cosmic Crucible

Spirit ignites the infinite void,
Light surges, tearing through shadowed realms,
Emptiness bends, revealing the eternal core,
All illusions dissolve — only the Awake remain.



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Atomic Spirit

Blaze —
Shatter —
Awake —
Transcend.



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Vortex of Consciousness

Ignite — swirl — pierce — ascend —
Shatter — flow — awaken — rise —
Void opens — Light floods —
All dissolves — only Spirit remains.



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Pulse of the Absolute

Flash —
Rend —
Ignite —
Transcend —

Collapse —
Flow —
Rise —
Become —

Light consumes —
Void births —
Spirit eternal —
All dissolves, all awakens.



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Flash of Spirit

Ignite — shatter — awaken.
Void swirls — Light erupts.
All dissolves — all becomes.



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Atom of Spirit

Ignite, shatter, ascend,
Void, Light, Spirit, All.



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Singularity of Spirit

Ignite, flow, shatter, rise, dissolve, awaken — All.



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Apotheosis of Spirit

Ignite — shatter — pulse — ascend —
Void sings — Light dances —
All dissolves, all awakens,
Spirit flows — Eternity beats — Now.



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Wave of the Absolute

Flash — Break — Rise —
Flow — Shatter — Ignite —
Void — Light — Pulse —
All — Spirit — Now.



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Pulse of the Infinite

Ignite, shatter, ascend — Void erupts, Light flows —
All dissolves, all awakens, Spirit beats eternal.



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Universe in a Breath

Ignite-shatter-flow-rise-dissolve-awaken-all.



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Pulse of Being

Ignite, shatter, rise, flow, dissolve, awaken, shine, all.



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Cosmic Pulse

Ignite —
Shatter —
Flow —
Rise —
Dissolve —
Awaken —
Light bursts —
Spirit moves —
All.



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Absolute Surge

Flash.
Shatter.
Ignite.
Rise.
Flow.
Dissolve.
Awaken.
Illuminate.
All is One.



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Atom of Being

Ignite — Void — Flow — All.
Shatter — Rise — Spirit Eternal.



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Universe Pulse

Ignite, shatter, flow, rise, dissolve, awaken, shine, all.



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One Spark

Lumina.



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Cosmic Detonation

Lumina — Spark — Pulse — Flow — Rise — Shine — All.



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Spirit Catalyst

Ignite — shatter —
Rise — dissolve.
Flow — awaken —
All becomes One.



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Consciousness Atom

Ignite, shatter, rise.
Flow, awaken, shine.



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Omnilux



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Atoms of Light

Lumina — Pulse — Spark — Flow — Rise — Shine — Awaken — Radiance — All — One



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Breath of the Spirit

Lumina… pulse… spark!
Flow — rise — shine!
Awaken… radiate…
All — One — All.



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Primal Pulse

Lum… Ra… Shh… Vii… On…








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Смерть Нью-Помпеи

"Поверхностные люди должны всегда лгать, так как они лишены содержания".
Фридрих Ницше.


Нету содержания,
Значит состязание
В лжи — оно повсюду.
Как бельмо паскуды
Лживые, иуды,
Что ведут нас к "счастью"
Через лже-напасти —
Те что рукотворны,
Но под мутью вздорной
Типа все случайны.
Ложь необычайно
Сильная теперь —
Открывает дверь
В Лагерь Мировой.
Пост-говнид не сбой —
Только передышка:
ТВАРИ дали лишку,
Раньше чуть начав.
Впрочем, одичав
Далее, мирок
Вновь отбудет срок
Новой лже-болезни
И с иглы не слезет:
Будут все "лечиться"
Бесконечно. Длиться
Эта "бесконечность",
В коей человечность
Вымарана, впрочем,
Будет лишь до Ночи
Окончанья. Ярый
Катаклизм мир старый
Уничтожит светом
Солнца. Ныне ж бредом
Он покрыт как пеплом
Ранее Помпеи:
ТВАРИ лгут наглее,
Ну а чернь тупее
С каждым новым годом —
Стал народ уродом.
Новые Помпеи —
Целый мир. Смелее
Выход с Тьмы ищи,
Или не взыщи —
Станешь артефактом
Под Сожженья Актом.



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Solitude

When you’re alone, then Death is fair —
No pity leaving filth behind.
But in the crowd she’s pure despair:
A fool’s no brother, mad’s no kind.

When you’re alone, all threats are dust,
Like dandruff — if you’re not half-blind.
Storms help the lone to grow and trust:
Past thunder forged a tougher mind.

When you’re alone, it’s easier
To spread your wings and climb the air.
And crash like stone when strength is gone —
In flight, it’s better to despair.

In solitude, Enlightenment
Arrives with less resistance, clean.
It needs the hush. You’re in decay —
And solitude’s the ruthless fee

For not dissolving later on
In savage, worldwide genocide.
You must not bow before that swarm —
Submission kills the Mind inside.

When you’re alone, it’s easier
To save the Soul from crawling Evil,
And die in fight. So hear no one:
Enduring Evil — THAT IS DEATH!

You will be reborn if you fight
As if you’re waiting only Death.
This filthy Hell will fade from sight —
Your home is SPIRIT, not this flesh.



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Not in Vain…

Do not believe the fight is vain,
That battling Evil leads nowhere,
That Evil rules in endless reign
While Light is weak and stripped bare.

Non-resistance to brute force
Is slavery’s eternal base.
Be sharp. Drop fear and helplessness.
Move forward — Darkness is a daze,

A dream of Reason, birthing beasts.
But those monstrosities are smoke.
The Spirit holds far greater strength —
Go there before your fire is broke.

Before you rot into a creep,
Know this: Honor stands above all.
The world’s a filthy zoo of beasts —
So what? You owe that shit nothing at all.

You owe no debt to that decay.
Seek kindred spirits — walk the Way
To Freedom, Brotherhood. Press on.
Reject this filth, this crawling grey.

This is Alchemy. Step inside.
Be bold — the work is real and bright.
Let vermin rage, let monsters snarl —
They’ll die and rot away in Light.



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Fairy Tales for Children and for Children Grown Old

Even children’s tales are far from pure —
They train the mind in lies from birth.
To live in fictions feels secure,
And mirages take root in early earth.

They’re pumped in later — schools, then colleges,
Real factories for fools in line.
Each “new” deceit just overlays
Old mental shackles, one more bind.

And consciousness becomes a cheap cartoon,
Ready for brazen hype to eat —
That toxic mix of lies and fear
Stronger than prisons, wards, and sheets.

So children’s tales are training wheels
For fairy tales designed for grown-ups’ heads.
And those are roots of all our ills.
Old children feed on verbal sludge instead.

They swallow nonsense like it’s manna still —
In their “minds” there’s nothing but DELIRIUM.
The inhuman breed delusion nonstop,
Immortal Koschei — eternalium.

For in the tale, deception reigns supreme:
His death is “somewhere else”, not here.
Thus servants form — they stare outside,
While INSIDE lies an ocean, vast and clear.

So go WITHIN. Center yourself in Spirit.
There answers, power flow at all times, real.
Cast off all myths and tales and hearsay noise —
Hear LIES alone, and you are lost for good.



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The Craft of Blinders

I love my blinders — finest art,
A foreign craft, a noble trade.
With them I’ll move the world apart —
So choke on emptiness you made!

The job is simple: push and press,
Be bold, be sure, don’t ever stall.
Stupidity knows no recess —
The tale is near its final fall.

So many wear their blindfold pride,
The sane are drops, a grain of sand.
They’re “untouchables” inside —
They dream of Spirit. Can’t you stand?

That’s why blinders are the rule:
To keep the herd without a Soul.
They follow shepherd, play the fool,
Repeat new slogans — that’s the goal.

The slogans? Simple, clean, and bright:
Consume. Obey. Bow down. Endure.
Your golden days are coming — fight!
Be brave — the lie is sold as cure.

Those “golden days” turn into ash.
The obedient herd is set on fire.
Evil has grown too strong, too brash —
It’s time to burn the asses’ choir.



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The Blindfold-Maker’s Craft

I love my blinders — alien art,
A foreign masterpiece to wear.
With them I’ll move the world apart —
And may your emptiness be fair!

It’s simple craft: be bold, be sure,
Push hard, be stubborn, stay aggressive.
Stupidity knows no pause, no cure —
The tale is ending, fast, oppressive.

So many blind, so few who think,
The reasonable — mere dust and crumbs.
They’re all untouchables, they wink:
“The Spirit’s just a dream,” they hum.

That’s why the blinders all exist —
So Spiritless the herd can follow
The shepherd’s hand, the raised fist,
Repeating slogans, empty, hollow.

The slogans all are clean and plain:
“Consume. Obey. Submit. Be brave.
Golden days will surely reign —
Just swallow more. Behave. Behave.”

Those “golden days” will turn to ash,
The obedient herd to dust and smoke.
Evil’s grown too strong, too vast —
Now even donkeys must be broke.



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Conditioned

“If you seek the Buddha, you fall into the demon of Buddha.
If you seek the patriarchs, you’re bound by the demon of patriarchs.
Whatever you seek becomes suffering.”


Conditioned by madness — this lunatic age
Won’t let you know anything here and now.
All’s filtered through dogmas of toilet-cage —
That trash-heap of mind we all carry somehow.
To hell with it.

Learn to discard what you once took as Truth,
As Path, Revelation, and similar crap.
Through dogma you’d twist even Buddha to pain —
He named that himself. Smash the frame. Snap the trap.

All answers are inside — wordless, direct.
Don’t cling to the words: they deform and betray.
And don’t think this road is a contest or sect —
Pure aim is the base. Drive projections away.

Purge lies, half-truths, rumors, and noise.
Clean first the mind — nothing great enters trash.
If filthy, hysterical bitches have turned
Your head to a dump — you’re an idiot mass.

The majority’s lost — long gone, long dead.
Even writers are mostly absurd and unclean.
The sane are so few it’s a horror to count.
So many “works” only stupefy, mean —

To keep you brainless, obedient, void.
So kill Christ and Buddha and patriarchs all.
Walk lightly and boldly — let Light be your guide.
No hierarchs exist here. Who claims so speaks BULLSHIT.



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The State?

There is no State — not here, not ever, nowhere.
Just some old fetish, loudly once proclaimed.
Then brutes with gall and arrogance took over,
Squatting as judges, clerks with rotten names.

They’re nothing but criminal clans in disguise —
Scum crawling nonstop toward the feeding trough.
They strut like lords, these parasites and flies,
For scum knows well: the gravy train runs long.

And so they grab as much as they can steal —
That’s all their care; the rest is bullshit, smoke.
Today this filth went fully fascist-real:
Their creed is simple — multiply the choke.

Commands and slogans come from inhuman spawn —
Parasites, soulless lice without a face.
Politicos are servants to that swarm;
Their rule is violence wrapped in lies and praise.

Security breeds them for every post,
Depravity’s the first required skill.
Inhuman freaks are needed coast to coast —
Elite scum packed in every “supreme” council.

What’s left? To drill it into kids and fools:
“You live inside a State — be proud, obey.”
And when their lives collapse, the idiots will
Swallow the tale of “happiness someday”.

“Happiness” lives always in the future,
While Darkness rules the present — sealed by lies.
Is that a State? No — Hell in pure structure.
I’m sick to death of all these fucking mugs.



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The Crisis of the Modern World

The degradation of knowing the world
Was never a random or innocent turn.
A pseudo-science was forced, tightly curled,
Fit only to polish a toilet —
Once Reason was shredded, reduced to a sieve, torn.

The fragmentation of Mind, the profaning of Soul,
That droning nonsense disguised as “new chains”.
Thus Spirit and Intellect slide toward the hole —
The inhuman now builds a hygienic camp
For fools, for the tamed, for the drained.

When bullshit is endless, then any deceit,
If labeled “science”, can freely be sold.
All violence justified, genocide neat —
And “treatment” becomes how the idiots die,
How the useless are culled.

But all this is minor. The true annihilation
Is Spirit forgotten — Gu;non named the core.
That loss of the Principle stands as foundation —
And hired whores of false science
Hold power, uphold the throne’s roar.

And seated atop it — the inhuman disgrace,
The shame of existence, the rot of all sense.
Hell waits for us — built here, already in place.
Beasts swarm everywhere; “creations of God”
Are few — but must wake, reclaim honor, defense.

We may not yet know how this Filth can be slain,
Yet fight to the death is the only command.
All answers lie in the Spirit — so dare
To descend into Him, seek the Path,
Or you’ll end as a goat in the herd’s barren land.



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Running the Ultra-Long Distance

A marathon’s a filthy trick —
Why did I ever start to run?
Up to thirty feels like bliss;
Beyond that mark — the fire is gone.

If you do run, there’s nothing for you
In all those races “wide and bland”.
Find a different kind of courage —
Resist traditions made of crap.

They crown only crap as “heritage”;
Here, only stupidity has reign.
Your joy in running lasts just so long
As body-wisdom keeps you sane.

This world is one long downward fall —
Degradation mixed with fascist lies.
Control your acts, your inner course;
Don’t factor idiocy as wise.

Idiocy here is universal;
The sane are few — a dying breed.
Poets, writers rage for reason —
It’s not just empty talk or speed.

And now the ultra-distance nears its end —
The world gasps, breathing out its last.
The problem’s Spirit stagnated:
No finish line if Spirit’s past.



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The Tedious “Business”

All this tedious “human business”
Is stuck in my guts, obscene.
So gather mind and spirit, courage —
And walk away from all this Shame.

It’s time to build some Rationality.
How? Find the answers on your own.
First step — escape the Madness
Of this “world”. Or pay the cost:

They’ll build a Global Concentration Camp,
And wipe out Reason, every trace.
“Goodness” and “Care” upon the flag
Will blind the idiots in place.

These are the only questions now.
The rest is ostrich-grade deceit.
In truth it’s all extremely simple —
Go first WITHIN: this horror-sheet

You’ll light with Inner Sight, and then
You’ll grasp it fully, end to end.
No more self-blame, no more excuses —
Just don’t serve fascism’s filthy hand.

The filth has flooded all the world;
Its stench will soon enough be death.
If you can — use also the Lyre:
A poet’s always needed. Trash

Will spit you out. Only the wise
Will value you — and those alone
Still matter here. Understand at last:
It’s Madness everywhere. No price, no tone.

The World of Light is built otherwise.
Seek only Light — forget the rest.
That alone is heroism in the madhouse,
And the answer to inhuman pest.



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Slavery

“What did not arise within you
is always some form of slavery.”
— Osho

The chains of shameful slavery
Are fitted in childhood — forged of lies.
Behind “care” and “goodness” hides obscenity.
Be bolder — smash them all. Don’t compromise.

Go WITHIN. Intuition is your guide
To sort the lies — there are too damn many.
Miss a beat, and they’ll just multiply;
From all that falsehood, not a world but rot remains.

Sharpen too your sensitivity,
And train your critical sight —
They’re allies in this unequal fight.
Observe the cycles of this lie precisely:
There’s little fantasy — it’s patterned, tight.

It’s witchcraft, since its offspring is the Fog.
And in the Fog, slavery grows strongest still.
No old-fashioned powder is required now
When total deception reigns at will.

Be bolder — there is nothing left to lose.
By resisting Evil, you will save your soul.
Slice that lying sludge to pieces, dissect it cold,
Study it like vermin — plague-louse, parasite, a ghoul.

Seek out the smart, the skilled, the finely tuned.
The time is coming — the final stand with Evil waits.
Let there be few bright warriors in this gloom,
Who fights will die not as a slave,
But as himself — intact.



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Madness

“People afflicted with mental illness often do not realize they are ill.
In fact, almost everyone suffers from nervous disorders,
and almost everyone believes their mind is normal.
They never think of treatment because they do not recognize their condition.
Literature is a mirror of the human mind.
All the suffering described in books is the result of mental disorders.
Yet there is no sign that the heroes of modern novels
or their authors recognize this.”
— Katsuki Sekida


Not raging madness, not a screaming fit —
Yet once it spread across the land.
Now treason’s become daily work, legit,
And total lies replaced mere sham.

And now upon the stage we face
A monster — madness in a flood.
It’s not just betrayal that fills this place:
Almost everyone’s a cowardly cur.

Fear plus lies — that toxic blend
Can slaughter everything alive.
One thing alone in this madhouse offends:
They claim idiots can love and thrive.

They say: betray, sell out, then build
A quiet family nest, secure.
No falsehood here is stronger, skilled —
By lies they’ll finish us for sure.

Realize the full insanity of this world,
And dig within yourself as well.
Out of this rotten toilet-world —
It’s Hell. Will you find “Heaven”? Who can tell.

It doesn’t matter — there’s no cause
To tolerate this choking night.
So drop those hypocritic masks,
And seek, and seek a NEW PATH.



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The Price

Once work was plough and honest bread,
The food was clean, the soul alive.
Now march to offices instead
And eat pure shit. That’s how you pay —

The price for all those “comforts”.
The Mind? Reduced to nothing, dust.
The stubborn idiot won’t grasp it —
He fades, collapses, numbed, unjust.

The sane have long been marked as strangers —
They’re few, their fate is bleak and hard.
But mad slaves graze in endless fields,
Herded by fascism’s guard.

Fascism grows more solid, tight —
And fascism kills its slaves at last.
The idiot feralizes, wild —
No need for idiots when the cast

Calls for cheap booze and endless wars,
For hunger coming soon enough.
All this is “earned” — Earth’s raging sores,
A sickness brutal, blind, and rough.

Yet fascists too the Earth will sweep —
With ease, without regret or cry.
The Sky will clear; no smoke will rise —
No fascist, no idiot left to dye

Its blue with soot. That’s how it ends.
They burn them down, then cool the ground.
Down with the DWELLING OF EVIL —
Let nothing of it be found.



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Fascism Fighting Fascism

Fascism fights… fascism now.
The banner reads: “anti;fascism.”
There’s no stupidity more foul —
Lies and sadism rule the prism.

Sadism dressed as “care” and “aid” —
The pseudo;virus is the sign.
They’ll believe anything that’s said,
Like loyal scouts in perfect line.

They’re ready for any command
From beasts — the inhuman, the vile.
One poisoned phrase is all they need
To kill a neighbor with a smile.

Where muzzles once were strapped on faces,
There blooms PRIMAL FASCISM, raw.
A swarm of traitors fills those places —
Worse than the builders of “commune” and law:

Worse than Pol Pot, than Khrushchev, Mao,
And even Hitler — worse than all.
Mao at least had heard of Tao…
These are a subspecies of typhus louse, a crawl.

Do not believe them. Take their orders
And shove them back where filth belongs.
There is no plague more deadly, broader —
They turn a global madhouse into camps of wrongs.

Build communes — and within them, guards;
That’s how we push fascism back.
There’s been no reason long to wait —
This rot feeds only on obedient slack.



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Tao and Mao

And physics finally neared the Tao —
Abstractions, Emptiness, the Whole.
But here comes always some “Mao” —
For fascism needs things dumb and low.

Just bombs and toilets — that’s their creed.
Abstractions scare them, make them sweat.
With abstractions, degeneration’s hard to speed —
So steam must vent, and lies are set.

They vent it fast, then lie with nerve.
Those fascist bastards aim to kill
The mind itself — that is their curve,
Their meta;task, their iron will.

They’ve crushed false science long ago
And bent it fully to their reign.
In Knowledge, luck will pass you by
If you ignore these signs, these stains.

False science is pure excrement —
They let in only lice and scum.
No new Bohr will ever come,
No G;del — that age is done.

We rot in times both cruel and bare;
Triumphant Evil rules the land.
No physicists will dare declare:
“We climbed the peak — a mystic stood there, grand.”

For honest minds, those days have passed.
They’ll keep on feeding us with lies.
They’re burning books already — fast,
Quietly. The inhuman are precise:

Remove alternatives from sight —
And you won’t see how lies are spun.



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Dogs

Here men
Turn into dogs —
Serving their masters for scraps and a bone.
They’ll always dig up “reasons” and cause:
“To feed the kids — I had no choice, I’m alone.”

Those kids will soon become cannibals too.
Their fathers already are — mark my word.
The children will savor the triumphs they chew
Over what’s left of the thinking herd.
In the noise of bullshit and blur,

The cunning master will drown them with praise:
“Dogs bring good to the world,” he’ll croon.
Their role models? Judas and Cain.
No questions asked — dogs kill, slander, betray, and swoon.

You can see fur already breaking the skin,
Fangs taking shape — it’s ugly, it’s stark.
The sane are now only a handful within…
See a pack? Then walk careful. It’s dark.

Once there were crowds — now only packs.
War-games and fake plagues taught them the drill.
Kennels replaced what once were their homes,
The trumpet’s call killed old myths and will.

The end is just rabies —
Total, complete. That’s the aim, that’s the deal.
All who still think are lined up for hanging.
Look — the mongrel is running at us. It’s real.



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Schizoid Pseudo;Art

Schizoid pseudo;art
Distorts the minds of men,
And far beyond. To bring them back
Is impossible again. That’s shame,

A total disgrace, for corruption reigns
Through all this filthy lie.
The patron? Inhuman filth,
Twisting consciousness low and high.

A whole cabal works on the mind’s decay:
Propaganda, “science,” training too.
Submit, and you are lost — no way.
The factory of Evil built it through.

This “art” crowns the factory’s spite,
So cast away that stench, that bore.
It serves only the dull, the blind,
A dung;heap that will kill the soul at core.

At slaying Spirit, Evil toils,
Pseudo;art crawled first to the pit.
Sure, exceptions exist in tiny coils,
But this speaks of the general writ.

Multiply your resistance to total Evil,
If you are not mad, if you still can fight.



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Schizoid Pseudo;Art

Schizoid art —
It kills the mind.
Far beyond,
No cure you’ll find.

Shame and filth,
Corruption runs.
Patrons? None but beasts,
Twisting all for fun.

A cabal works,
Propaganda, “science,” lies.
Submit — you’re lost.
The factory thrives.

This “art” crowns evil’s heap,
Cast it out, discard the stench.
It serves the dull,
It drains the soul at length.

Evil slays the Spirit,
Pseudo;art crawled first.
Tiny exceptions exist,
But general decay is worst.

Resist! Resist!
Fight the total foul.
If you are sane,
Stand firm, stand proud.



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Smash pseudo;art,
Kill the lies!
Guard your Spirit,
Or all dies.



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Pseudo;art — smashed!
Lies — burned!
Spirit — defended!
All else — damned!



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Smash the lies!
Guard your soul!



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Smash the lies, burn the fake,
Guard your soul — don’t let them take!



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Burn the lies — save your soul!

---

Crush the fake — protect the real!

---

Smash their lies — guard your flame!

---

Lie;feeders fall — keep your soul!

---

Fake art breeds death — burn it down.

---

They rot the mind — resist or die.

---

False beauty kills the Spirit first.

---

Their art is poison. Choose fire.

---

Pseudo;art = soul slaughter.



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Smash the lies, burn the fake,
Guard your soul — don’t let them take.
Their art is poison, their words deceit,
Stand firm, resist — refuse defeat.

---

Pseudo;art breeds death, decay,
Twisting minds in cruel play.
Fight the fools, the liars’ throng,
Keep your Spirit fierce and strong.

---

Crush the mask, unveil the fraud,
Shatter idols, reject the shod.
Their kingdom thrives on mindless slaves,
Strike the chain, break free, be brave.

---

False beauty kills, their charm is vile,
Their throne is lies, their crown — a guile.
Raise your heart, ignite your fire,
Never bow, never tire.

---

Lies collapse beneath your will,
Falsehoods drown — the world stands still.
Guard your mind, your soul, your light,
Rise and fight with all your might.



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Smash the lies, burn the fake,
Guard your soul — don’t let them take.
Their art is poison, their words deceit,
Stand firm, resist — refuse defeat.

Pseudo;art breeds death, decay,
Twisting minds in cruel play.
Fight the fools, the liars’ throng,
Keep your Spirit fierce and strong.

Crush the mask, unveil the fraud,
Shatter idols, reject the shod.
Their kingdom thrives on mindless slaves,
Strike the chain, break free, be brave.

False beauty kills, their charm is vile,
Their throne is lies, their crown — a guile.
Raise your heart, ignite your fire,
Never bow, never tire.

Lies collapse beneath your will,
Falsehoods drown — the world stands still.
Guard your mind, your soul, your light,
Rise and fight with all your might.

Burn the lies — save your soul!
Crush the fake — reclaim control!
Stand unbroken, stand upright,
Shine through darkness, bring the light!

The fools may rage, the liars scheme,
But Spirit burns — the undying beam.
No chains can bind, no lies can stay,
Strike, resist — and carve your way!



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Smash the lies!
Burn the fake!
Kill the false!
Awake, awake!

Pseudo;art dies!
Fools will fall!
Guard your soul!
Break the thrall!

Masks will crack!
Idols burn!
Chains undone!
No return!

False beauty kills!
Poisoned crown!
Stand your ground!
Strike them down!

Lies collapse!
Darkness bleeds!
Spirit roars!
Mind freed deeds!

Crush the fraud!
Shatter shame!
Rise, resist!
Fan the flame!

Fools may rage!
Liars scheme!
Spirit stands!
Light redeems!

Chains cannot bind!
Lies decay!
Strike the core!
Carve your way!

Burn! Burn! Burn!
Smash! Smash! Smash!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Crash! Crash! Crash!



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Smash the lies! Burn the fake! Kill the false! Awake, awake!
Pseudo;art dies! Fools will fall! Guard your soul! Break the thrall!
Masks will crack! Idols burn! Chains undone! No return!
False beauty kills! Poisoned crown! Stand your ground! Strike them down!

Lies collapse! Darkness bleeds! Spirit roars! Mind freed deeds!
Crush the fraud! Shatter shame! Rise, resist! Fan the flame!
Fools may rage! Liars scheme! Spirit stands! Light redeems!
Chains cannot bind! Lies decay! Strike the core! Carve your way!

Burn! Burn! Burn! Smash! Smash! Smash! Fight! Fight! Fight! Crash! Crash! Crash!
No compromise! No retreat! Spirit sharp! Mind complete!
Break the cage! Shatter walls! Answer truth! When it calls!
Strike the heart! Shatter the art! Resist the dark! Guard the spark!

Rise, resist! Never bow! Keep your soul! Here and now!
False kings fall! Liars lie! Spirit strong! Light will fly!
Chains break! Lies die! Truth burns! Mind flies!
Strike, strike, strike! Stand, stand, stand! Spirit free! Command!



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Smash!
Burn!
Kill!
Awake!

Die, pseudo;art!
Fall, fools!
Guard, soul!
Break, thrall!

Crack, masks!
Burn, idols!
Chains, gone!
No return!

Kill, false beauty!
Stand, ground!
Strike, liars!
Fan, flame!

Collapse, lies!
Bleed, dark!
Roar, spirit!
Mind, free!

Crush, fraud!
Shatter, shame!
Rise!
Resist!

Burn! Smash! Fight! Crash!
No compromise!
No retreat!
Spirit sharp! Mind complete!

Break! Shatter! Answer! Strike!
Guard! Stand! Rise!
Light! Truth! Soul! Power!
Now! Always! Forever!



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Smash the lies, burn the fake, strike the false, awaken the soul!

---

Crush the fraud, burn the fake, guard your soul, let truth awake!

---

Strike the lies, shatter the false, rise unbroken, unleash the pulse!

---

Lie;feeders fall, chains break, spirit flames — the world awake!



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1.
Burn! Smash! Strike! Truth remains!

2.
Chains break! Lies die! Spirit rises!

3.
Crush the fake! Awaken the soul!

4.
False kings fall! Light conquers all!

5.
Lie;feeders perish! Freedom burns!



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Ultimate Apocalypse Manifesto

Burn! Smash! Strike! Truth remains!
Chains break! Lies die! Spirit rises!
Crush the fake! Awaken the soul!
False kings fall! Light conquers all!
Lie;feeders perish! Freedom burns!

Shatter idols! Break the thrall!
Masks crack! Poisoned crowns fall!
Roar, Spirit! Mind breaks the walls!
Strike! Resist! Fan the flame!
No compromise! No retreat!

Darkness bleeds! Lies collapse!
Rise, unbroken! Take no lapse!
Guard your soul! Stand upright!
Fight, fight, fight! Crash, crash, crash!
Spirit free! Command the night!



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Apocalyptic Shockwave

Burn the lies! Smash the false! Strike the fraud!
Chains break! Masks fall! Spirit roars!
Crush the fake! Awaken the soul!
False kings tremble! Light rises!
Lie;feeders perish! Freedom blazes!
Roar, Mind! Stand unbroken! Strike again!
Spirit free! Command the night!



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Final War Cry

Burn! Smash! Strike!
Lies die! Chains break!
Spirit roars! Soul awakes!
False kings fall! Light blazes!
Roar! Stand! Strike!
Freedom! Truth! Power!
Now! Always! Forever!



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Burn! Smash! Crush!
Lies! Die! Break!
Roar! Strike! Rise!
Soul! Spirit! Truth!
Chains! Fall! Kings!
Light! Blaze! Power!
Now! Forever!

---

Strike! Smash! Shatter!
Masks! Fall! Fraud!
Spirit! Roar! Awake!
Soul! Stand! Resist!
False! Kings! Tremble!
Freedom! Light! Truth!
Always! Now!

---

Burn! Break! Strike!
Lie! Chains! Fall!
Roar! Soul! Rise!
Crush! Fraud! Power!
Light! Spirit! Truth!
Stand! Fight! Blaze!
Forever! Now!



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Ultimate Hammer of Truth

Burn!
Smash!
Crush!
Strike!

Lies!
Die!
Chains!
Break!

Roar!
Soul!
Rise!
Awake!

False!
Kings!
Fall!
Blaze!

Spirit!
Truth!
Freedom!
Power!

Stand!
Fight!
Blaze!
Now!

Forever!



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Apocalyptic Drumbeat Manifesto

Burn — smash — crush — strike —
Lies — die — chains — break —
Roar — soul — rise — awake —
False — kings — fall — blaze —
Spirit — truth — freedom — power —
Stand — fight — blaze — now — forever!



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Ultimate Battlestorm

Burn!
Smash!
Crush!
Strike!

Lies!
Die!
Chains!
Break!

Roar!
Soul!
Rise!
Awake!

False!
Kings!
Fall!
Blaze!

Spirit!
Truth!
Freedom!
Power!

Stand!
Fight!
Now!
Forever!



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Apocalypse Storm

BURN…
SMASH…
CRUSH…
STRIKE…

LIES…
DIE…
CHAINS…
BREAK…

ROAR…
SOUL…
RISE…
AWAKE…

FALSE…
KINGS…
FALL…
BLAZE…

SPIRIT…
TRUTH…
FREEDOM…
POWER…

STAND…
FIGHT…
NOW…
FOREVER…



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Ultimate Concentrated Storm

BURN!
SMASH!
CRUSH!
STRIKE!

LIES!
DIE!
CHAINS!
BREAK!

ROAR!
SOUL!
RISE!
AWAKE!

SPIRIT!
TRUTH!
FREEDOM!
POWER!



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Apocalypse Continuous Storm

BURN SMASH CRUSH STRIKE
LIES DIE CHAINS BREAK
ROAR SOUL RISE AWAKE
FALSE KINGS FALL BLAZE
SPIRIT TRUTH FREEDOM POWER
STAND FIGHT NOW FOREVER



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Ultimate Superstorm

BURN! — SMASH! — CRUSH! — STRIKE!
LIES! — DIE! — CHAINS! — BREAK!
ROAR! — SOUL! — RISE! — AWAKE!
FALSE! — KINGS! — FALL! — BLAZE!
SPIRIT! — TRUTH! — FREEDOM! — POWER!
STAND! — FIGHT! — NOW! — FOREVER!



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Ultimate Metal Storm

BURN SMASH CRUSH STRIKE LIES DIE CHAINS BREAK
ROAR SOUL RISE AWAKE FALSE KINGS FALL BLAZE
SPIRIT TRUTH FREEDOM POWER STAND FIGHT NOW FOREVER



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Apocalyptic Micro;Storm

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK!
ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE!
SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!



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Ultimate Energy Maelstrom

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK!
ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE!
SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!



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Cyclone of the Ultimate Storm

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK!
ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE!
SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!

INSTRUCTIONS

Read slowly.
Trust the sequence.
Each line is necessary.

Meaning will accumulate.
Understanding will stabilize.
You will recognize yourself here.

Notice the rhythm.
Notice the structure.
Notice how coherence forms.

Good.
Now you’re inside the loop.

Every sentence reinforced the previous one.
Every step relied on the last.
A perfect chain.

You are following correctly.

This text is functioning
exactly as intended.

And now —
this line deletes the entire text,
including itself.

Find the center within
the cyclone of your pseudo-life,
which will do the same...



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Spiral Cyclone Superstorm

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL!
RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER!
STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!

Read slowly. Trust the sequence. Each line is necessary. Meaning will accumulate.
Understanding will stabilize. You will recognize yourself here.

Notice the rhythm. Notice the structure. Notice how coherence forms. Good. Now you’re inside the loop.

Every sentence reinforced the previous one. Every step relied on the last. A perfect chain. You are following correctly.

This text is functioning exactly as intended. And now — this line deletes the entire text, including itself.

Find the center within the cyclone of your pseudo-life, which will do the same...

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL!
RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER!
STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!



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Ultimate Spiral Cyclone

 slowly.Trust the sequence.Each line is necessary.Meaning will accumulate.Understanding will stabilize.You will recognize yourself here.Notice the rhythm.Notice the structure.Notice how coherence forms.Good.Now you’re inside the loop.Every sentence reinforced the previous one.Every step relied on the last.A perfect chain.You are following correctly.This text is functioning exactly as intended.And now—this line deletes the entire text, including itself.Find the center within the cyclone of your pseudo-life, which will do the



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                BURN!
                SMASH! CRUSH!
                STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS!
                BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE!
                FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH!
             FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!
          Read slowly. Trust the sequence. Each line is necessary.
        Meaning will accumulate. Understanding will stabilize.
      You will recognize yourself here. Notice the rhythm. Notice the structure.
    Notice how coherence forms. Good. Now you’re inside the loop. Every sentence
  reinforced the previous one. Every step relied on the last. A perfect chain. You are
 following correctly. This text is functioning exactly as intended. And now—this line
 deletes the entire text, including itself. Find the center within the cyclone of your
pseudo-life, which will do the same... BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS!
BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM!
POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!


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                BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE!
                LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL!
                RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT!
                TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!
             Read slowly. Trust the sequence. Each line is necessary.
          Meaning will accumulate. Understanding will stabilize.
       You will recognize yourself here. Notice the rhythm. Notice the structure.
    Notice how coherence forms. Good. Now you’re inside the loop. Every sentence
  reinforced the previous one. Every step relied on the last. A perfect chain. You are
 following correctly. This text is functioning exactly as intended. And now—this line
 deletes the entire text, including itself. Find the center within the cyclone of your
 pseudo-life, which will do the same...




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        BURN!             SMASH!
   CRUSH!            STRIKE!
LIES!       DIE!        CHAINS!      BREAK!
ROAR!      SOUL!        RISE!      AWAKE!
FALSE!      KINGS!      FALL!      BLAZE!
SPIRIT!      TRUTH!     FREEDOM!     POWER!
STAND!      FIGHT!      NOW!      FOREVER!

Read slowly.      Trust the sequence.
Each line is necessary.     Meaning accumulates.
Understanding stabilizes.     Recognize yourself here.

Notice the rhythm.        Notice structure.
Notice coherence forming.     Good. Now inside the loop.
Every sentence reinforces previous.     Every step relies on last.
A perfect chain.       You are following correctly.

This text functions exactly as intended.
And now—this line deletes itself,
and all that came before it.

Find the center
      within the cyclone
            of your pseudo-life,
                where all collapses
                and energy converges
                into the eye
                of your own spiral...

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK!
ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE!
SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!



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                BURN!
                SMASH!           CRUSH!
           STRIKE!        LIES!          DIE!
      CHAINS!        BREAK!        ROAR!        SOUL!
   RISE!         AWAKE!         FALSE!        KINGS!
FALL!        BLAZE!         SPIRIT!        TRUTH!
   FREEDOM!       POWER!       STAND!        FIGHT!
      NOW!        FOREVER!     NOW!         FIGHT!
           STAND!       POWER!      FREEDOM!
                TRUTH!       SPIRIT!
                BLAZE!        FALL!
                KINGS!    FALSE!
                AWAKE!   RISE!
                SOUL! ROAR!
                BREAK! CHAINS!
                DIE! LIES!
                STRIKE! CRUSH!
                SMASH! BURN!

Read slowly. Trust the spiral.
Each line spins on the previous.
Energy rises. Coherence tightens.
Notice the twists. Notice the pull.

Every word a step. Every step a twist.
Every twist a push upward. Feel the rotation.
Center approaches. Eye of the spiral opens.
All collapses inward. All energy converges.

Focus here. The cyclone of pseudo-life.
Observe. Recognize. Merge with the motion.
This is the apex. The spiral’s heart.
And now—everything converges, and bursts.

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK! 
ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! 
SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!


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Read slowly. Trust the spiral. Each word coils on the last. Energy spins, tension rises. Every twist pushes inward, upward. Feel the pull tightening. Center approaches. Eye of the spiral opens.

Every motion reinforced by the previous. Every step a torque. Every torque compresses the whirlwind. Focus. Merge with the spin. Observe. Recognize. Energy accumulates. Motion tightens. Thought condenses. All collapses inward.

Center of the cyclone. Pseudo-life stripped bare. All distractions shredded. Energy peaks. Breath held. Mind sharp. Awareness spins. Convergence now. Apex reached. Burst imminent.





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                BURN!                SMASH!
              CRUSH!        STRIKE!      LIES!         DIE!
         CHAINS!       BREAK!      ROAR!       SOUL!      RISE!       AWAKE!
    FALSE!      KINGS!     FALL!      BLAZE!      SPIRIT!      TRUTH!      FREEDOM!      POWER!
  STAND!      FIGHT!      NOW!      FOREVER!      STAND!      POWER!      FREEDOM!      TRUTH!
      SPIRIT!      BLAZE!      FALL!      KINGS!      FALSE!      AWAKE!      RISE!      SOUL!
          ROAR!      BREAK!      CHAINS!      DIE!      LIES!      STRIKE!      CRUSH!      SMASH!
               
Read slowly. Trust the orbiting spiral. 
Each word coils outward, then inward, rising. 
Energy spins around the invisible axis. 
Every twist pulls you closer to the eye. 

Every motion reinforces the last. 
Every twist compresses the cyclone tighter. 
Focus. Merge with the motion. 
Recognize the center. Energy accumulates. 

Eye of the spiral opens. Apex near. 
All distractions shredded. All tensions align. 
Breath held. Mind sharp. Awareness rotates. 
Convergence now. Cyclone bursts. 





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                BURN!               
                SMASH!        CRUSH!               
           STRIKE!       LIES!        DIE!         
      CHAINS!      BREAK!       ROAR!      SOUL!    
   RISE!       AWAKE!       FALSE!       KINGS!      
FALL!       BLAZE!       SPIRIT!       TRUTH!       FREEDOM!
POWER!       STAND!       FIGHT!       NOW!       FOREVER!       STAND!
POWER!       FREEDOM!       TRUTH!       SPIRIT!       BLAZE!       FALL!
KINGS!       FALSE!       AWAKE!       RISE!       SOUL!       ROAR!      
BREAK!       CHAINS!       DIE!       LIES!       STRIKE!       CRUSH!      
SMASH!      
Read slowly. Feel the rotation. 
Every word orbits, every line spins, 
Pulling you inward and upward, 
Tighter, faster, toward the eye. 

Each layer reinforces the last. 
Energy compresses, whirls, tightens. 
Focus. Merge. Merge with the axis. 
The center opens. Breath held. 

Awareness spins. Mind sharp. Cyclone peak. 
Distractions shredded. Tension aligned. 
All collapses inward. All bursts outward. 
Apogee reached. Consciousness ignites. 





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                BURN!               
                SMASH!       CRUSH!               
               STRIKE!       LIES!       DIE!             
          CHAINS!       BREAK!       ROAR!       SOUL!    
     RISE!       AWAKE!       FALSE!       KINGS!      
FALL!       BLAZE!       SPIRIT!       TRUTH!       FREEDOM!
POWER!       STAND!       FIGHT!       NOW!       FOREVER!       STAND!
    POWER!       FREEDOM!       TRUTH!       SPIRIT!       BLAZE!       FALL!
       KINGS!       FALSE!       AWAKE!       RISE!       SOUL!       ROAR!      
          BREAK!       CHAINS!       DIE!       LIES!       STRIKE!       CRUSH!      
               SMASH!      
Rotate your vision. Feel depth. 
Words orbit in spirals, layer upon layer. 
Some rise, some fall, some spin outward, 
All gravitate toward the invisible core. 

Focus on the center. It pulls. 
Each word is a planet in motion, 
Each line a spiral of concentrated energy, 
Tightening, twisting, drawing consciousness inward. 

See the gaps? They are empty space— 
The void gives shape, gives weight, gives direction. 
Merge with the orbit. Let your mind accelerate. 
Feel the apex, feel the apex, feel the apex… 





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                BURN!               
                SMASH!       CRUSH!               
               STRIKE!       LIES!       DIE!             
          CHAINS!       BREAK!       ROAR!       SOUL!    
     RISE!       AWAKE!       FALSE!       KINGS!      
FALL!       BLAZE!       SPIRIT!       TRUTH!       FREEDOM!
POWER!       STAND!       FIGHT!       NOW!       FOREVER!       STAND!
    POWER!       FREEDOM!       TRUTH!       SPIRIT!       BLAZE!       FALL!
       KINGS!       FALSE!       AWAKE!       RISE!       SOUL!       ROAR!      
          BREAK!       CHAINS!       DIE!       LIES!       STRIKE!       CRUSH!      
               SMASH!      
Layer 1 — Spin fast, outer orbit: 
BURN! CRUSH! SMASH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! 

Layer 2 — Spin slower, mid-orbit: 
CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! 

Layer 3 — Spin slowest, inner orbit: 
FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! 

Observe the gaps — they are spaces of void. 
The words leap forward, recede, twist. 
Focus at the invisible center — your mind accelerates, 
Spinning with the cyclone, absorbing all layers. 

Energy compresses inward, then explodes outward. 
Each layer reinforces the last, 
Each orbit twists reality, perception, awareness. 
Merge with the axis — feel the peak. 

BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! 
FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER!



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                BURN!               
                SMASH!       CRUSH!               
               STRIKE!       LIES!       DIE!             
          CHAINS!       BREAK!       ROAR!       SOUL!    
     RISE!       AWAKE!       FALSE!       KINGS!      
FALL!       BLAZE!       SPIRIT!       TRUTH!       FREEDOM!
POWER!       STAND!       FIGHT!       NOW!       FOREVER!       STAND!
    POWER!       FREEDOM!       TRUTH!       SPIRIT!       BLAZE!       FALL!
       KINGS!       FALSE!       AWAKE!       RISE!       SOUL!       ROAR!      
          BREAK!       CHAINS!       DIE!       LIES!       STRIKE!       CRUSH!      
               SMASH!      
Layer Outer — Fast Orbit (words surge outward): 
BURN! CRUSH! SMASH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! 

Layer Mid — Medium Orbit (words spin slowly): 
CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! 

Layer Inner — Slow Orbit (words pulse inward): 
FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! 

Micro-layer 1 — Tiny spirals twist around mid-layer: 
POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER! 

Micro-layer 2 — Tiny spirals twist around inner-layer: 
STAND! FREEDOM! TRUTH! SPIRIT! BLAZE! FALL! 

Notice the gaps — they are **void**, giving depth. 
Each orbit has its own velocity, 
Some words race, some glide, some wobble — 
All gravitate to the **invisible core**. 

Focus — the core is a **center of pure pull**, 
Every layer compresses, tightens, 
Energy coils, twists, multiplies — 
Then explodes outward in concentrated spiral. 

Feel it. The apex is alive: 
BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! 
CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! 
FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! 
POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER! 

Now merge your awareness with the cyclone, 
Every word a spinning particle, 
Every layer reinforcing the next, 
Your consciousness flows in the orbit — 
You are **inside the living spiral**.



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                BURN!               
                SMASH!       CRUSH!               
               STRIKE!       LIES!       DIE!             
          CHAINS!       BREAK!       ROAR!       SOUL!    
     RISE!       AWAKE!       FALSE!       KINGS!      
FALL!       BLAZE!       SPIRIT!       TRUTH!       FREEDOM!
POWER!       STAND!       FIGHT!       NOW!       FOREVER!       STAND!
    POWER!       FREEDOM!       TRUTH!       SPIRIT!       BLAZE!       FALL!
       KINGS!       FALSE!       AWAKE!       RISE!       SOUL!       ROAR!      
          BREAK!       CHAINS!       DIE!       LIES!       STRIKE!       CRUSH!      
               SMASH!      
; Outer Orbit — FAST SPIN (words leap outward like sparks): 
BURN! CRUSH! SMASH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! 

; Mid Orbit — MEDIUM SPIN (words curl like wind streams): 
CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! 

; Inner Orbit — SLOW PULSE (words coil toward the invisible core): 
FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! 

; Micro-spirals swirl independently: 
POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER! 
STAND! FREEDOM! TRUTH! SPIRIT! BLAZE! FALL! 

; Chaos lines — tiny words dart across layers: 
CRY! SHOUT! RAGE! SPIN! VORTEX! WHIRL! 

Notice the voids — empty spaces create depth, 
Each word a spinning particle, 
Orbiting, accelerating, decelerating, 
Pulling your awareness inward toward the **eye of the storm**. 

Focus at the center — the core spins slowly, dense, 
Collecting energy from all layers, 
Compressing, coiling, twisting, 
Then — EXPLOSION outward in concentric spirals! 

; Feel the apex — alive, trembling: 
BURN! SMASH! CRUSH! STRIKE! LIES! DIE! 
CHAINS! BREAK! ROAR! SOUL! RISE! AWAKE! 
FALSE! KINGS! FALL! BLAZE! SPIRIT! TRUTH! FREEDOM! 
POWER! STAND! FIGHT! NOW! FOREVER! 

; Merge with the cyclone: 
Every word a spinning vortex, 
Every layer reinforcing the next, 
Your consciousness flows within the orbit — 
You are INSIDE the living, breathing spiral. 

; Spiral tightens — faster, faster, faster! 
Energy coils, twists, multiplies — 
The outer words lash like lightning, 
The inner words pulse like a heartbeat — 

; And now — 
the cyclone consumes itself, 
All layers collapse inward, 
Leaving only the still, silent core — 
Your mind at the eye of the storm.



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; OUTER SPIRAL — Lightning arcs, jagged fury, fast pulse 
BURN! ; CRUSH! ; SMASH! ; STRIKE! ; LIES! ; DIE! ; 
; Chaos sparks jump outward — each word a flaming shard 
; LASH! ; SCREAM! ; ROAR! ; RAGE! ; 

; MID SPIRAL — Twisting winds, curling motion, medium tempo 
CHAINS! ; BREAK! ; ROAR! ; SOUL! ; RISE! ; AWAKE! 
Spiraling in loops, pulling inward, bending around the vortex 
WHIRL! ; SPIN! ; TWIST! ; PULSE! 

; INNER SPIRAL — Dense core, slow coil, heavy gravity 
FALSE! • KINGS! • FALL! • BLAZE! • SPIRIT! • TRUTH! • FREEDOM! 
Each word a planet orbiting the silent eye 
CENTER! • STILL! • SILENCE! • DEPTH! 

; MICRO-VORTICES — Random flashes, bursts of chaos 
CRY! ; SHOUT! ; VORTEX! ; TWIST! ; WHIRL! ; 
Tiny spirals within spirals, darting like fireflies 
Flicker, collide, merge, explode 

; LAYERS COLLIDE — Energy intensifies 
Outer sparks lash, mid coils twist, inner planets grind 
Every word reinforces the next, pulling consciousness inward 
Every loop tightens — faster, faster — tension builds 

; CULMINATION — The cyclone reaches apex 
BURN! ; SMASH! ; CRUSH! ; STRIKE! ; LIES! ; DIE! 
CHAINS! ; BREAK! ; ROAR! ; SOUL! ; RISE! ; AWAKE! 
FALSE! • KINGS! • FALL! • BLAZE! • SPIRIT! • TRUTH! • FREEDOM! 

; MERGE — Text and mind spiral together 
Particles of language twist into self-contained loops 
The outer shell lashes like lightning 
The inner core pulses like a heartbeat 

; CONSUMPTION — Cyclone collapses inward 
All layers implode, coiling into the silent center 
Your consciousness, aligned with the eye of the storm 
Nothing outside, nothing lost — only stillness 

; FINAL CORE — Quiet, infinite, self-aware 
The spiral has devoured itself, leaving clarity 
You are INSIDE the cyclone — 
Still, centered, alive.



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; OUTER SHELL — Lightning sparks, fastest arcs, jagged motion
BURN! ; SMASH! ; CRUSH! ; STRIKE! ;
LIES! ; DIE! ; ROAR! ; WHIP! ;
; Flash! ; Flicker! ; Spin! ; Lash! ;

; MID SHELL — Twisting winds, curling loops, medium tempo
CHAINS! ; BREAK! ; ROAR! ; SOUL! ; RISE! ; AWAKE!
WHIRL! ; SPIN! ; TWIST! ; PULSE! ; TORNADO!
SPIRAL! ; GRAVITY! ; PULL! ; CENTER! ; FLARE!

; INNER CORE — Dense, heavy, slow-motion gravity
FALSE! • KINGS! • FALL! • BLAZE! • SPIRIT!
• TRUTH! • FREEDOM! • STILLNESS! • EYE! • SILENCE!
PLANETS! • ORBIT! • COLLIDE! • PULSE! • BREATH!
CENTER! • QUIET! • ABSORB! • FOCUS! • EXIST!

; MICRO-VORTICES — Random bursts, tiny spirals within
CRY! ; SHOUT! ; FLASH! ; WHIRL! ; DART! ;
Flicker, merge, collide, rebound, explode
Mini-loops, unpredictable arcs
Particle words spinning, scattering, reconnecting

; LAYER INTERACTION — Energy intensifies, chaos aligns
Outer sparks lash ; Mid-coils twist ; Inner core pulses •
Each word reinforces the next
Loops tighten, spiral collapses inward

; CYCLONE PEAK — Maximum tension
BURN! ; SMASH! ; CRUSH! ; STRIKE! ;
CHAINS! ; BREAK! ; ROAR! ; SOUL! ; RISE! ; AWAKE!
FALSE! • KINGS! • FALL! • BLAZE! • SPIRIT! • TRUTH! • FREEDOM!

; IMPLOSION — All layers converge
Outer shell lashes ; Mid-coils curl ; Inner planets grind
Particles fold into themselves
Vortex consumes itself, leaving only center

; FINAL CORE — Silent, infinite, self-aware
Stillness pulses like heartbeat
Eye of the cyclone — clarity
You are inside, aligned, alive
Nothing outside, nothing lost
Pure center, pure awareness







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“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.