91 poems

Bloated Stupidity

Stupidity bends toward the void.
To feel nothing — cheap noise deployed.
News-feed lies the idiot gulps,
Waiting updates like epochal jolts.

Mad world? — “Normal,” so they claim.
Thus no doubt survives the game.
If none doubt — then nonsense thrives,
Killing thought while error thrives.

Madness swells — it’s everywhere.
Gullibility kills all care,
Drowns the warning bells that start
Ringing deep inside the heart.

Fools to stone are slowly cast.
Evil builds its “Eden” fast:
Triple lies — they will believe,
March to wars or shifts with ease.

“All is hope fulfilled at last!”
Promises are broadcast.
Ignorance is easy led —
Whip and carrot, daily fed.

Circus training — not for beasts,
Not for lions — far from these:
Hamsters, bloated, soft and tame,
Fat on slogans, void of flame.

Heart is stone, and fat outside.
Sharp and sensitive — denied.
Too much filth in swelling night —
Idiots have won the fight.

CowID exposed the pit.
Worse will come — it will submit
Meek souls, strip their Spirit thin.
World — colossal loss within.

No mistakes are born Inside.
Seek the Light — no need to hide.
With it, carve from Hell your way,
Burn the Lies and Rot away.



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Bloated minds in padded cages,
Fed with lies for coming ages.
Seek the Light — break out, resist.
Stone must crack — or cease to exist.



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Shit and the Sun

"He who makes himself a worm cannot complain thereafter if he is trodden on."
— Immanuel Kant

Out of a lump of filth they slide —
Father-worm and son beside.
“Dad, what’s that bright thing of green?”
“Grass, my boy — a risky scene.”

“And that golden, burning spark?”
“Sun, my son — too bold, too stark.”
“And that blue so wide above?”
“Heaven. Enough. Back home, my love.

Home is dearer. Down we go.”

The little worm crawls from the waste
To his father, in some haste:
“Where’s our happiness? This grind
Of survival numbs my mind.

Soon they’ll crush us!” — “Fool!” snaps sire,
“If you praise the native mire,
Shun the lies of rebels, foes,
All ‘right-minded’ worms — it shows —

They receive both feed and grace.
Daughters smile in such a place.
Sons will thrive, if you revere
Dung like manna falling here.

Safe you’ll be — but understand:
Worship Ass as goddess grand.
Only traitors, parasites
Mock the Feeder’s sacred rites.

Be a parasite — aspire
To that rank and climb up higher.
Life beneath the Sun will sear,
Bake you dry with no one near,

If you fail in time to creep
Back to layers foul and deep.
Such is fate when you increase
Distance from the native stench.

Shout ‘Yes!’ louder! Praise the load!
World is built on shovelled road —
Rake the filth, then store and chew,
Dream that bliss is born of goo.

Be a worm that climbs to rule —
Highest post in cesspit school:
Stink more strongly than the rest —
That’s promotion. That is best.”

Stench ascends and stains the Sun,
Spreads till sky and light are one.
Hurry — be a Scoundrel fast,
Crush the smaller, hold them fast.

Ass keeps falling. Worms oppress.
Parasites the world possess.
Lesser leeches sing in media
Of the Realm of Filth — utopia.



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Praise the dung and curse the sky —
Worms who worship never die.
Climb by stench and lick the throne —
Sun goes dark when rot has grown.



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No Conditions Within

No conditions dwell inside
If you sweep all lies aside.
Face the nonsense in your core —
Or you’ll vanish, worth no more.

Strip conventions — you will find
Strength and Light and lucid Mind.
All is inward. “Real” outside?
Just a louse in bloated pride.

That “reality” is sham
If the Center’s in a jam —
Spirit gone, the axis cracked:
All you see is caustic ash.



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Truth is inward. Burn the lie.
Else you rot before you die.
Lose the Spirit — lose it all.
“Real” turns dust, and dust will fall.



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Tolerastia in a World of Encircling Filth

Tolerastia — rule of thumb:
Never hurt a single bum.
Hate in silence? Dangerous game.
Even that now breeds you shame.

“All the filth will fade away
If you simply look astray.
Do not see — and none exists.”
Thus the coward clenches fists.

Clear it shows in AI art:
Glossy lies with sugar-heart.
Truth appears a clumsy stain —
Better lie in pastel rain.



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Call it virtue. Call it grace.
Rot just smiles you in the face.
Close your eyes — the lie looks smart.
Truth’s a glitch in AI art.



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From Party Censors to Global Screens

There was Central Party rule —
Not a madhouse — stricter school:
Soviet “culture” marched in file
Down to hide-bound, skinned denial.

Hide was all that mattered then.
Tanned and branded minds of men
By opinions stamped “from high,”
Driven in by fools on hire.

Now it’s worse — the net’s embrace
Poisons souls in global space.
World-wide media grind the mind —
CowID: a case in kind.

Klaus Schwab posed as F;hrer-figurehead —
Shame and Darkness widely spread.



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Censors then — and screens today.
Different masks — the same decay.
When the mind is drilled by fear,
Darkness crowns itself sincere.



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Minutes of Decline

There was the Party’s central chain —
Not asylum walls, but quiet restraint.
Culture filed in ordered rows,
Trained to wear approved repose.

Skins were cured and thoughts aligned,
Stamped by hands that shaped the mind.
Edicts issued “from above”
Became labor, creed, and glove.

Dissent edited to air,
Truth reduced to managed care.
Silence functioned as consent;
Language served the firmament.

Now the system scales the sphere.
Global channels engineer
Souls and senses, day by feed —
CowID became the creed.

Klaus Schwab — emblem of design:
Technocratic, cold, refined.
No loud boots — yet still the tread.
Shame in code. And thought misled.



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First it censored.
Now it streams.
Different tools —
Identical schemes.



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A “Hallowed” Spot

A “hallowed” place: to knead up words
Like dough for piping little turds —
Hot new verses, fresh and loud!
Here the half-wits wail and crowd,

Poor in craft and thin in thought,
Still they bake what can’t be bought.
Better toss live coals instead
Into jungles web-wide spread.

No grand blaze will scorch the land,
Yet the fever cools at hand —
Such a pastime, sharp and brief,
Lets the temper find relief.

Cool again — retune your ear
To the jungle’s squeaks and fear,
Waiting for the next parade
Of fresh hot coals to throw and fade.



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Knead your words — or throw your flame.
Jungle stays the same old game.
Cool, reload, and strike once more —
Ash instead of sacred lore.



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The Fundamental Question

Who needs all this — who gains the prize?
Ask that question. Strip disguise.
Scum lie boldly, side by side;
Verbal torrents, filthy tide.

Contradictions everywhere,
As is always in their snare.
Lies unbroken, day and night,
Beat the fool till thought takes flight.

No more humans — numbered stock.
Digits herded, easy flock.
Kill a number — none will cry.
Data live. And people die.

Digital camps stand prepared,
By the same vile breed declared.
Red-cross banners, sterile grin —
Needle verdicts stabbing in.

Wars ignited. Hunger spread.
Madness crowned and reason dead.
In a global padded ward
Every idiot keeps guard.

If you will not join the herd —
Ask the sharp, forbidden word.
Death to fascist prison-crew —
Patience thins to breaking through.

And when patience snaps in two,
Even fools will rise and move.
Though debased and dumbed-down sore —
Belly’s call will roar once more.



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Ask who profits. Cut the lie.
Numbers march — and people die.
When the belly starts to speak,
Even fools grow fierce — not meek.



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Knowing Through Negation

"Love itself is the true form of God… If all is rejected, what remains is the Self — pure Bliss."
— Ramana Maharshi


Enough of imposed delirium —
Call it satanic mechanism.
You seek true knowledge? What stays behind
When lies are stripped from heart and mind?

For madness is concealed disdain.
Cast off the total lie’s domain —
Find Light and Love. Awake at last.
Let holy nihilism fast

Burn through illusion’s rotting frame.
This fierce poetry — my flame —
Serves that knowing. Hatred toward
Brazen Evil must be stored

Like a vaccine in the vein.
Name fascism — filth made plain —
In verse: a spiritual deed.
Kill false self-esteem, uproot the weed.

Illusions cling like parasites —
I bite at every crawling lie.
If only minds inflamed could see
The virus of hypocrisy.

I cast the spark — the rest is yours.
Walk inward through unguarded doors.
Such methods — sharp, severe, austere —
Were banned, for they cut swift and clear.

They lead too quickly to the Core —
To Spirit’s knowledge. Then no more
Will this disgraceful Hell remain,
Where you’re a dung-fly in the drain,

And ugliness enthroned as law
Is ruled by fascist claw.



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Deny the lie — what stays is Flame.
Strip the world — reveal the Name.
Negate all rot — the Self will rise.
Love alone survives the lies.



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Neti — The Way of Refusal

Not this. Not that. Remove each claim
That binds the heart to fear and name.
Layer by layer the false must fall;
Negation is the path through all.

What you reject was never true —
A borrowed mask that clung to you.
Peel off hatred, pride, disguise;
Watch the inner Sun arise.

For madness hides in subtle guise —
Attachment dressed as sacrifice.
Say “no” to every shadowed part
That clouds the sky within the heart.

When all is stripped that is not Light,
What remains is Self made bright.
No concept left, no outer role —
Only the indivisible Whole.

This is Love without demand,
Not seized by will nor shaped by hand.
Not built by thought, nor taught by word —
But found when every lie is purged.

Deny the unreal, firm and still.
Let silence work beyond the will.
Then even Hell, long held as real,
Reveals the wound it cannot heal.

Stand inward. Clear. Alone. Awake.
Let every false foundation break.
What cannot die will then appear —
The Self — unbounded, ever here.



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Not this. Not that.
Let all fall through.
What cannot vanish —
That is You.



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Delirium and Harm

Here “a little” betrayed,
There a “no!” left unsaid.
Seems so small — the harm displayed,
But in full, it swells like dread.

Trifles stack — a chain is made,
Souls decay, the world goes blind.
From obedient stumps they braid
Figures stiff, the cruelest kind.

Piece by piece, the madness creeps —
Tame him, bind him, death will show.
If you bear it, evil heaps
Buckets of lies above your woe.

No resistance — you obey.
Chance is given — serve the Goat.
In this lottery we play,
Every fool gets his own note.

Song is sung — the dark, the grime,
Shame’s the prize for all who bow.
Break the racks, refuse the crime,
Choose to live — or serve them now.



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Little lies build up the heap.
Tame the fool — he falls asleep.
Serve the Goat or break the chain —
Darkness reigns or freedom reigns.



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The Shameful Star

"Comrade, believe: it shall arise,
The star of captivating bliss;
Russia shall wake from sleep,
And on the ruins of despotism
Our names shall be inscribed!"
— Alexander Pushkin


The Bottom’s pierced — a costly toll
For slavish bowing, suckling soul.
Junk and war in daily streams —
Lies and filth replace our dreams.

The star is black — behold Lucifer.
Betrayal now a worker’s stir.
From demon realms, foul vomit spills,
A nauseous tide that grips and kills.

The fool obeys her every sway:
Lie to him — he’ll kneel and pay.
The world is madhouse, chaos wide;
The star grows darker in the night.

Your shameful star — it hangs for you
If Evil’s reign you watch and rue.
Here freedom dies; no heaven waits,
Only chains and poisoned fates.

All that remains: detonate this Hell,
Call Nature forth to break the spell.
They’ll turn us cattle, slow and sure —
All of us, in time — endure.



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Black the star above the night,
Fools obey, and chains grow tight.
Freedom dies where Evil stays —
Shameful star shall scorch our days.



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The Shameful Star

The Bottom’s breached — the price is bow!
Slaves and sycophants run the show.
Junk and war spill every day —
Lies and filth pave the world’s decay.

Black the star — Lucifer’s grin.
Betrayal’s now a trade to win.
From demon depths, vile vomit spews,
Choking all, no one to choose.

The fool obeys — he kneels, he eats
Your lies, your chains, your false conceits.
The madhouse spreads, the chaos grows,
The star grows darker as night flows.

Your shameful star shines just for you
If Evil’s grip you watch and rue.
No freedom left, no heaven waits,
Only death and poisoned fates.

Detonate this hell! Call Nature’s wrath!
Scatter chains along the human path.
Turn all to cattle, step by step —
All of us, ground down, inept.

Strike the star! Break its blackened glow!
Crush the fools who bow below!
The world is ours — if we ignite
The shameful star with purging light.



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Black star burns — obey or die.
Chains and lies will strangle the sky.
Strike it down, or rot and bleed —
Evil rules where fools concede.



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Fire

Burn always, fighting Evil’s grip:
Fear nothing — you’re already dead.
Else you turn into a stubborn ass,
A mule that drags what should be shed.

Yet even that pack-mule is naught —
No shame can touch the Spirit’s flame.
If in the Spirit, you are King:
Fire is air, and you reclaim.

Enough of breathing all this stench —
Shameful, vile, without debate.
Honor filth, yet touch it not —
The creed of every passing state.

The world has long been drowned in dung,
Men fertilize the rotten earth.
The question always counts: the soul
Or murk — the price of self-rebirth?

The only path is burning true —
Else wandering in error blind.
Be worthy, fearless, standing strong —
Let Evil feel resistance find.

Burning, you will consume all Hell —
Alchemy so pure, so plain.
Submit — and vile the wretch becomes,
Unfit to see the gates of Gain.



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Burn, resist, and face the night.
Fear is dead; ignite the fight.
Evil dies where courage reigns —
Only fire breaks the chains.



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Be Horrified…

You must be horrified —
The first of all beginnings.
Or else you’ll bend, defied,
Beneath the Darkness’ winnings.

You’re lost forever if
Horror never holds your mind.
It will reveal, though stiff,
A shameful world, corrupt, malign.

The fiend’s aim — to dull the brain,
To trample on the Soul’s command.
Here rot and darkness reign,
And men are lice on cursed land.

Few are wise; the traitors swarm.
You must rage, arise, rebel.
But zombies — never comrades warm.
See only those who think — all else is hell.

Perhaps the methods lie ahead —
To teach the science of defeat,
To overthrow the rotting dread
That keeps the tyrant at his seat.

Seek always this cunning art —
The snag: don’t let them turn us cattle.
The song is not yet done; the start
Is fire, not meek prattle.

We shall crush fascists, plant anew
The Garden once again to bloom.
No need to be “soft and cute”:
Fight — and watch the fiend consume.



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Be horrified — or bend and break.
Rage and rise for freedom’s sake.
Crush the fiend, reclaim the land —
Fight, or fall beneath his hand.



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Be Horrified

Be horrified — the first of all!
Or bend beneath the Darkness’ thrall.
Horror grips — or you are lost,
The world enslaved, at evil’s cost.

The fiend aims to dull your mind,
To crush the soul, leave none behind.
Rot and shadow rule the day,
Men are lice in foul decay.

Few are wise — the traitors swarm.
Rage! Arise! Resist the norm!
Zombies lie — seek only thought.
Enemies sell the truth for naught.

Learn the method — strike the seat
Of tyrants’ power, vile and fleet.
Do not let them make us cattle.
The song’s begun — ignite the battle!

Crush the fascists, plant the land,
Garden rises from your hand.
Softness kills — ignite, defend,
Fight — and watch the fiend descend.



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Horrified — rise, resist!
Strike the fiend, none can persist.
Crush the chains, reclaim the land —
Fight or fall beneath his hand.



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Alchemy of the Soul

Reflect — do not react.
This is the Soul’s alchemy.
At first, register each fact,
Store it all internally.

Only those responses shine
Where your emotions are contained.
Our ancestors knew the line —
Layers of artfully framed.

All the artificial events
Are crudely cut, misaligned.
Seek the absurd, sift the sense,
Take in, observe, and don’t be blind.

For not all fools are sharp of mind —
Just countless idiots swarm around.
The minions of Evil grind
Lies and chains in heaps unbound.

The bet on fools works well —
Yet gaps are wide in their design.
Their “free” schemes already smell —
Seek methods new to undermine.

Give up? Then do not complain:
The submissive soon are turned to cattle.
Those who resist — their truth shall reign,
And lies crash on the steadfast battle.

Though shame and grief may fill the night,
The vile fiend shall fall by right.
Persistence carves a monolith,
And Evil’s head is smashed to myth.



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Reflect. Contain. Let fools fall prey.
Stand firm — their lies will break one day.
Resist, endure, and guard the soul —
Strike Evil down; reclaim control.



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Alchemy of the Soul

Reflect — do not strike too fast!
Hold your fire — the storm will last.
Register every move and lie,
Store it deep — and do not cry.

Only responses controlled, precise,
Cut through the chaos, pay the price.
Ancestors knew the layered art —
Each fake event, a poisoned dart.

Fools abound — the Evil breed
Spreads chains and lies like weed.
Bet on idiots — yes, they fall,
But gaps remain in the villain’s wall.

Their “free schemes” already reek,
Seek new methods, power to seek.
Give up? Then bow, become the herd,
The weak submit, the silent stirred.

Stand firm — your truth will rise,
Their lies crash on the steadfast wise.
Shame and grief may fill the night,
But the vile fiend will meet his blight.

Resist. Endure. Guard your flame.
Strike Evil down — reclaim your name!
Alchemy of Soul — your sharpened art,
Turns fire within to sharpened dart.



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Reflect. Resist. Let fools decay.
Stand firm — their lies will break one day.
Strike Evil down, reclaim control —
Soul’s fire sharp, unbound, whole.



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Romance of Decadence

Nothing holds interest — decadence
Sits heavy in the gut. Decay
Has sunk to bottom. I sing this romance
Out of boredom — all drive stripped away.

Everything’s stale: that total lie
That pushes fools into the Abyss — the fall;
The efforts of the stupid to not see
The ugly faces — yet they crave “happiness” after all.

That’s the joy of idiots. And better
To snap one’s neck than stoop so low.
Man today is like a moth
And nothing warms the soul below.

Souls chilled, the mind decayed —
Results of some horrific genocide.
Yet the dull-witted still believe the tales,
Fascism promised fools a palace wide.

Palaces of Evil — that’s what filth builds.
And every fool serves as its hand.
Connection to the Bright Spirit is severed —
Superstitions of false religions stand.

I need no friendship, no hope at all —
Everything’s rotten in the World’s Concentration Hall.
Here, interest thrives — only for the dull,
And idiots standing stiff, at attention, small.



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Decadence has claimed the soul,
Fools worship lies, the world is foul.
Spirit cut — nothing warms the heart,
Evil reigns while hope falls apart.



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Romance of Decadence

Nothing matters — decadence rots.
Decay has hit the bottom spots.
I sing a romance of boredom’s bite,
All striving gone — lost in the night.

Fools are driven to the Abyss,
Blind to faces, blind to bliss.
Their “happiness” — a shallow lie,
Better to snap than waste and die.

Man today is like a moth,
Souls are frozen, minds uncouth.
Yet dull-wits cling to fairy tales,
Fascist promises, hollow sails.

Palaces of Evil rise,
Filth’s minions play the wise.
Connection to the Spirit cut,
Superstitions fill the rut.

No friendship here, no hope survives,
Everything rotten in global hives.
Only the fools can find delight,
Standing stiff, obedient, tight.

Strike the lies, break the chain!
Wake the soul, reject the pain!
Decadence is ours to fight,
Burn the darkness — claim the light!



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Decadence rots — fools obey.
Souls are cold, the light decays.
Strike the lies! Wake, resist!
Burn the darkness — none persist.



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Romance of Decadence

Decadence rots the soul!
Fools obey, the world grows foul.
Minds are dead, hearts frozen tight,
Darkness reigns — extinguish the light!

Blind fools worship lies, decay,
Palaces of Evil rule the day.
Spirit cut, superstition thrives,
Stand firm, resist — reclaim your lives!

Strike the lies! Break the chains!
Wake the soul — purge the stains!
Decadence falls where courage stands,
Burn the darkness with your hands!

No hope survives the coward’s way,
Only fire clears the clay.
Fools obey, the minions cower —
Fight! Resist! This is your hour!



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They Lied

“Where to now, which distant road,
Which stage awaits our heavy load?
Where will these liars drag us next,
Through steps of lies, deceits perplexed?”

Now the liars have shit themselves:
Though the world’s long lost in craze,
Some still think — the wise remain,
Their minds unsoiled by filthful haze.

There’s rejection of the dung, the stink —
Many have shut the zombie box.
Striving for truth becomes a fight,
Against the schemes of rotten flocks.

These fiends have launched a war on us,
Spreading hunger, chaos, crime.
The world is sinking, foul and vast,
While fools drift silent, lost in time.

No more horizons lie ahead,
Only the stench of hell in sight.
And the sheep cry, “Don’t touch us!” —
This is the zoo of blinding night.



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Liars shat — the fools obey.
World in chaos, minds decay.
Shut the box, resist the lie,
Hell is close — don’t drift, don’t die.



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They Lied

Liars shit — the world goes mad!
Fools obey, minds turned to cad.
Chaos spreads, the hunger grows,
Filth and lies in every throe.

Shut the box! Resist the stink!
Fight the war — don’t pause, don’t blink!
The world sinks — the fools still bleat,
Sheep cry “Don’t touch!” beneath our feet.

No more horizons, only hell,
The stench of liars — can you tell?
Stand firm! Rise up! Take the fight,
Burn the filth, reclaim the light!



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Liars shit — fools obey!
Shut the box — strike, don’t sway!
Chaos reigns, the sheep all cower,
Fight! Resist! This is your hour!



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Ground for Lies

Knock the ground from under feet,
Strip illusions — do not cheat.
This is not what “God” should do,
Darkness of Ignorance weighs on you.

Like a pack mule, cursed and beaten,
With lies poured out — more than needed.
The world ruled by a Goat so vile,
Life itself becomes mere trial.

Genocide and slavery here,
Fascist power reigning clear.
They breathe, the fiends lie without end,
And multiply misfortune to defend.

Cleanse your mind — the work is hard,
Or join the cattle in the yard,
The World of Submissive Idiots’ thrall,
Where lies and fear corrupt it all.

No world remains — a living madhouse,
The virus of lies marks the house.
Dictators turn the world to Sodom,
Every step enslaved by godless thrum.

Only by rejecting all deceit,
By cleansing thought, mind made complete,
Will you find salvation’s light,
And every fiend will face your might!



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Knock the ground — strip lies away!
Cleanse your mind — or fall to sway.
Fiends may rule, but truth survives,
Rise and strike — reclaim your lives!



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Ground for Lies

Knock the ground from under feet!
Strip illusions — lies defeat!
Darkness presses, fiends conspire,
World enslaved by Goat’s cruel fire!

Genocide and chains abound,
Fascist lies keep spreading round.
Cleanse your mind — resist, defy!
Or fall with cattle, herd and die!

Reject all lies — your path is clear,
Salvation waits for those who steer.
Fiends will answer — every one!
Strike them down till battle’s won!



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Strip the lies!
Cleanse the mind!
Fiends will fall —
Salvation find!



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Ground for Lies

Strike the ground — shake the lies!
Open your mind — refuse disguise!
Darkness reigns — the fiends conspire,
World enslaved by Goat’s cruel fire!

Chains and death spread all around,
Fascist lies in every sound.
Cleanse your thought — resist, defy!
Or join the herd and rot, comply!

Reject deceit — the path is yours,
Salvation waits behind closed doors.
Fiends will answer — every one!
Strike them down — the fight is won!



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Strike the ground!
Shatter lies!
Cleanse your mind!
Fiends will die!

Rise and fight!
Refuse, resist!
Salvation waits!
Darkness missed!



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The Fall

“To rise to Heaven — that’s the task,
To rise to Heaven — that’s the toil!”
— Jonathan Swift?


But to slide down, clutching tight
A stinking, vile little world,
And be reborn within its blight,
Accept that Satan rules unfurled.

To betray, to lie with care,
Crushing Honor, Dignity too,
Exalting all that makes you swear,
Degrading Mind, and Spirit too.

And vengeance waits for any soul
Who dares dissent, however small.
The Spirit feared, the Pig is whole,
The ideal there — that swine enthralled.

It feeds within its pens, it breeds,
Preparing only for the kill.
Step to the slaughter, meet your needs…
Be always pleased to play the ill.

Soon pierce the bottom — deeper yet,
Praise the utter, bottomless Hell,
Where Satan reigns, a greater threat,
Where fiends become SUPER-FIEND as well.

Already at the bottom. Overton’s
Window opens — straight to the pit!
And soon the scum shall rise as “angel,”
And all shall bow, collapse, submit…



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Slide to Hell, embrace the vile,
Feed the Pig, degrade the Style.
Crush the Spirit, bend the Mind,
Satan’s world — corruption blind.



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The Fall

Slide down low — embrace the filth!
Clutch the stench — surrender self!
Betray, lie — crush Honor, Mind,
Feed the Pig — leave Spirit behind!

Vengeance waits for any soul
Who dares dissent — you pay the toll!
Satan rules, the fiends rejoice,
SUPER-FIENDS now lead the choice!

Pierce the bottom, deeper still,
Praise the Hell, the fiendish thrill!
Scum as “angel” shall appear,
All bow low, collapse in fear!



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Slide to Hell!
Crush the Mind!
Feed the Pig!
Bow and bind!

Satan reigns!
Fiends arise!
All fall low!
Truth defies!



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Terrible Tale

The world has long sat on a turtle’s back,
But that turtle’s made of brazen lies.
An amphibian swims in stinking dust —
Illusions of Satan’s system rise.

Above, griffins soar, and dragons glide,
While goblins dwell in foul halls deep.
Dragons write the edicts, the laws,
And goblins execute — reducing all to heap.

Before them, rotten trolls unleash their spite,
With wicked curses, tearing roofs away.
Demons multiply suffering and pain,
So much it kills — a grim display.

The surface teems — a mythic “virus” strikes
The broken freaks straight in rotten brains.
Those who survive the tormenting fiends
Become the mad — warped in twisted chains.

The surface, like a leper house,
Where chained and trapped, escape is none.
A miasma of decay — this is no grief,
This hellish world will burn — the work begun.

The terrible tale has reached its end,
The shame is fierce — all must burn.
Here Reason, Spirit — everything — decays,
And foul inhumanity must be overturned.



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World on lies, a turtle’s back,
Dragons rule, goblins attack.
Demons breed pain, trolls destroy,
Surface rots — all hope decoy.

Burn the world, purge the blight,
Reason gone, restore the light!



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Zombies

It’s hard to speak to a corpse —
Hellish patience you must forge.
All this rot has long run its course,
Decay entrenched, the world’s gorge.

Genocide and fascism reign
Through centuries, the stink remains.
What grows is shit — among the fools,
The zombies march, the mindless tools.

Two-thirds of all are deaf and dumb,
Inhumanity rules this cruel drum.
And zombie shields of fascist might
Stand as masks to block the light.

Fascism’s here — a branding iron,
All “countries” fake, none worth the cryin’.
It’s not nations — it’s yoke and chain,
A shitty mess, corruption’s reign.

And the World Concentration Camp
Is built by zombies, killing all
Who dare to think, to rise, to stamp
A mark of reason, standing tall.

Soon we’ll reach this idiot’s paradise,
And zombies retire, stripped of guise.
Yet herding humans with digital rope
Will not save the fools, nor grant them hope.

But Marasmus in idiot’s brains
Will not succeed — the Sun begins.
It burns through all — no sarcasm feigns,
Its work of cleansing soon begins.

Decades pass, its light expands,
And ends the reign of pain and chains.
The reckoning waits — the cost of stand,
A purging fire for our patience gained.



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Zombies march among the fools,
Fascist shields, corrupting rules.
Burn it all — the Sun ignites,
End the reign of endless blights!



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Zombies

Speak to corpses — patience hellish!
Rot entrenched — the world’s rebellious.
Fools and zombies march as one,
Decay spreads under every sun.

Fascist shields, the Pig’s cruel law,
Two-thirds dumb, they gnash their jaw.
Digital ropes to herd the crowd,
Idiot’s paradise — screaming loud!

But the Sun burns, the work begins,
Purging all the rot and sins.
Decades pass, its light expands,
Ending reign of bloody hands!



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Zombies march!
Fools obey!
Burn it all!
Sun holds sway!

Crush the rot!
Strike the lies!
End the reign!
Truth will rise!



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Equivalent Price

Traitors trap the traitors,
And Judas cages Judas tight.
Liars expose all malefactors,
Scoundrels, cheats, the filthy blight.

Today, the filth is hyped as patriot,
Shit injected, rotten through and through.
The price must match — the wretch will rot,
And join the heap of vile anew.



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Traitors trap the traitors,
Liars cage the liars.
Shit spreads like fire,
Rot consumes the liars!



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Bottomless Basket of Stupidity

Brains have rotted, bodies aged,
In the soul — a single fog.
Herd instinct rules, omnipresent, staged,
This maze of madness — a twisted slog.

“Choices” programmed, desires’ vector
Guided by filth to dead-end lanes.
Obedience of the grotesque — detector
Of weakened Spirit, Reason’s chains.

Murdering Spirit, decaying Mind —
The true goal of lunatics exposed.
Yet Light can’t be killed at once — confined
The “Titanic” first must grind to be deposed.

Fiddling in Rot, labor for scraps,
Endless races, prizes thin as air.
Consumption of filth by mindless claps,
Rabbits bred — all fools, no care.

The last of the clever suffocate in stench —
Life for them a torture, hope’s denied.
It’s like a cage in a backwater zoo,
Fed ersatz, where Will has died.



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Brains rotted, Spirit chained,
Fools consume, all reason drained.
Maze of filth, endless race,
Hope is lost in stinking space!



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Bottomless Basket

Brains rot!
Bodies sag!
Spirit choked!
Fools drag!

Choices fake!
Desires skewed!
Obedience reigns!
Reason subdued!

Rot spreads!
Light survives!
Titan grinds!
Madness thrives!

Rabbits breed!
Fools consume!
Hope dies!
Stench looms!

Cages close!
Will is crushed!
Fools rejoice!
Truth is hushed!



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Bottomless Basket

Brains rot!
Bodies sag!
Fools march!
Spirit drags!

Rot spreads!
Light fights!
Madness reigns!
Truth bites!

Cages close!
Hope dies!
Stench rules!
Reason cries!



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Madness

Guarding foreign illusions —
The “mind” at work, its grim routine.
Filters loaded in childhood — delusions,
A heap of shit unseen.

Inevitably, it gathers all,
Your “mind” becomes a latrine.
Grotesques above us mock and jeer —
The whole world gone insane, it’s clear.

This madness is man-made —
Else slaves would break away.
Believing all is only shame —
The foul must face the day.

Or else this madhouse, spinning wild,
They’ll turn to a concentration camp.
Souls destroyed, reason exiled,
Thoughts extinguished in their ramp.



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Madness reigns!
Mind defiled!
Grotesques laugh!
World gone wild!

Belief is shame!
Fools obey!
Souls crushed down!
Reason fades away!



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Sluggish Schizophrenia

Here drifts sluggish schizophrenia,
The grim result of killing ways.
It rises when reckless thoughts
Are crushed in crowds — like rolling blaze.

All youth must pass this bitter crisis,
Noticing the world is off its track.
If you accept, in silence, lies’ catechesis,
You’ll be a meek, obedient lack.

When it hits with tearing tension,
The mind may sway, but just a bit.
Only fools are pleased, content, elated:
Empty brains make burdens light to fit.

But only when you won’t surrender,
Living hard, yet ruled by your own head,
You’ll not become a broken wretch,
Perhaps your path will lead instead.

Though few will value this alive sharpness,
Holding it as worthy guide,
At least one may cast away all lies
Of the circus mad and gray, with pride.

That alone redeems deprivation,
The hell of despair and sleepless nights.
And if you are a Creator, then
This price is paid in rightful rights.



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Schizophrenia drifts, slow, grim,
Thoughts crushed beneath the mob’s whim.
Fools rejoice with empty heads,
The living pay the price instead.

Resist, endure, think with your own mind,
Few will follow, truth to find.
Even one who casts lies away
Redeems the nights of endless gray.



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Sluggish Schizophrenia

Thoughts crushed!
Crowds grind!
Fools laugh!
Brains empty!

Resist!
Think!
Lead!
Live!

One sees!
Truth wakes!
Price paid!
Life stakes!



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The Muck of Hell

Murk, nausea, vile disgust —
This so-called “living” here.
Cheap, dreary, joyless crust…
Not life at all — just rot and fear.

Everywhere, the mind is dulled,
The realm of brazen, rotten lies.
Spirit, Reason decomposed, culled,
Only mirages wear the skies.

Delusion, endless flood of dread —
It seizes hearts and twists the mind.
Bribery reigns — the common thread:
The world is turned to ash behind.

Lies and treachery are work,
The trade of this pathetic sphere.
“Education” — fools’ factory,
And feeding — poison served severe.

From made-up viruses, the poison flows:
“Health protection” killing fools.
All officials, “doctors,” gendarmes —
Wretched fiends enforce the rules.

The scum has set the chaos spinning,
Dark prospects fade for us to fight.
All boast, yet no one’s winning —
Resistance trapped, blocked from light.

So now we wait for higher powers
To sweep this Hell away, at last.
Fight at least with your own hours —
Save your soul; else, the stupor’s cast.



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So-Called State

"Beat the Reds till they turn white,
Beat the Whites till they turn red!"
Nestor Makhno.


The state — a fascist stench,
A garden of lies, a sadistic hell.
If you’ve Honor, Daring, Sense,
You stand against each bureaucrat shell.

The Sheep Virus proves it clear:
The scum obeys, the fiends command,
And the open betrayal of state-guts
Deserves one thing — the public’s hand.

They’ll unleash new wars again —
Satan orders the dogs to bite.
With fresh filth, the slaughter begins…
All will bow — they wait for the “fight!”

They’ll slander all, pit sheep on sheep,
Breaking horns is simple for them.
But early they began the slaughter,
Wiping out the flock — total mayhem.

A layer of Reason still remains —
Hard to drag to the killing floor.
The crazed plot to quietly snuff
All the reasonable, forevermore.

Here the fools are the ruling force —
They believe all, obey each word.
The majority, long since, are fools —
And they’ll be unleashed upon the herd.

The bastards leave no peace for us —
Only autonomous life can save.
Communes, squads, your organized path
Protects the vanishing kin from the grave.



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State is filth, fascist scum,
Sheep obey while fiends become.
Reason hunted, fools unleashed —
Stand your ground, or all is ceased!



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State is filth, fools march in line,
Stand your ground — or lose all time!



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State — filth!
Fools march!
Rise — strike!
Or perish!



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State is filth, rot at its core!
Fools obey, march to war!
Honor defied, dignity crushed,
Rise now, strike — break the hush!

Bureaucrats lie, puppets all blind,
Chains of the herd, freedom confined.
Fight or vanish, stand or fall,
The mind must resist, defy them all!



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State — filth!
Fools — march!
Chains — snap!
Strike — now!

Lies — burn!
Herd — break!
Rise — fight!
Mind — free!

Clowns — fall!
Corruption — crush!
Blood — boil!
Truth — roar!

No mercy!
No pause!
Stand — strike!
Or vanish!



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State is filth, all lies and chains,
Fools march blind through endless pains,
Corruption laughs, the herd obeys,
Truth is crushed in shadowed maze.

Rise! Strike! Break the iron walls,
Shatter cages, heed no calls,
Lies combust, the rot ignites,
Hollow minds drown in false lights.

Clowns fall hard, their crowns in dust,
Mercy flees where fear is just,
Blood boils in the stagnant air,
Stand your ground if you dare.

Chains snap loud, obedience dies,
Screams cut deep where conscience lies,
No retreat, no pause, no shame,
Fight the filth that feeds on blame.

Every lie a hammer swings,
Every coward a puppet strings,
Rise as fire, burn as storm,
Nothing weak shall stay the form.

Mind and spirit sharpened steel,
Herd collapses, truth is real,
Fools consumed by their own dread,
Victory marches where we tread.

No mercy given, none received,
All that’s false will be bereaved,
Stand — strike — burn — roar — repeat,
Only the relentless defeat deceit.



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State is plague, a hollow shell,
Every lie a ringing knell,
Fools parade in chains of rust,
Truth dissolves in endless dust.

Strike the rot — it feeds on shame,
Burn the herd, consume the game,
Every scream a hammer blow,
Crush the false where shadows grow.

No retreat, the fire wakes,
Every coward a soul it takes,
Chains will snap, obedience dies,
Hell ignites in hollow eyes.

Rot and filth, they suffocate,
Mind and spirit consecrate,
Strike, repeat — no mercy calls,
Every falsehood breaks and falls.

Fools will choke on their decay,
Horrors march and pave the way,
Rise as flame, as hurricane,
Nothing weak shall stay, remain.

Infrared the pulse will pierce,
Every lie burns sharp and fierce,
Stand as thunder, strike as flame,
Only the relentless can reclaim.

Truth vibrates in burning veins,
Shadow shatters, filth restrains,
Strike, consume, ignite, endure,
Infrared — the soul’s pure cure.



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State rots.
Lies spread.
Fools bow.
Truth dead.

Chains break.
Herd screams.
Rot eats.
Fire teems.

Mind bends.
Spirit fades.
Hollows march.
Shadows raid.

Strike hard.
Strike fast.
False dies.
Truth lasts.

Flame burns.
Eyes crack.
Soul wakes.
No slack.

Fools choke.
Rot falls.
Hell wakes.
Power calls.

Infrared.
Pulse pierce.
Lie bleeds.
Soul fierce.

Stand. Strike.
Crush. Tear.
None survive.
Truth flare.



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Rot. Lies.
Fools bow.
Mind cracks.
Soul low.

Chains snap.
Herd screams.
Rot spreads.
Fire beams.

Strike slow.
Strike deep.
False dies.
Truth keeps.

Flame rolls.
Eyes tear.
Heart pounds.
No fear.

Fools choke.
Rot bleeds.
Hell wakes.
Power feeds.

Stand. Strike.
Crush. Tear.
None live.
Truth flare.



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Rot. Crush.
Mind snaps.
Hell bleeds.



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Rot cracks the spine.
Mind shivers, snaps.
Dark swells — crushes bone.
Hell whispers through flesh.

Fear drums in veins.
Shadows bend the light.
Chaos hums low, relentless.
The world trembles, undone.



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Bones quake — the dark is near.
Veins hum — dread sharp and clear.
Shadows twist — the floor recedes.
Fear drums low — the body bleeds.

Chaos growls beneath the skin.
Mind snaps — the world caves in.
Whispers thrum — a hollow tone.
The night vibrates — you're alone.



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Crack. Bones shiver.
Groan. Veins quiver.
Dark pounds. Floor folds.
Fear hums. Soul jolts.

Whip of shadow. Heart stalls.
Mind breaks. Silence brawls.
Grime thickens. Air screams.
Night presses. No dreams.

Pulse low. Tremor deep.
Eyes burn. Muscles weep.
Time drags. Flesh bends.
End whispers. Nothing mends.



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Drum-drag, crack-snap, tremor-sway,
Shadows curl, bones bend, the night frays.
Hum of void, pulse in the hollow,
Eyes flicker — echoes follow.

Slap of black, whip of air,
Mind folds, muscles tear.
Grime seeps, silence bleeds,
Thoughts fracture, the body heeds.

Step-drag, pulse-press, heart stutters,
Flesh hums, marrow mutters.
Time drips, floor quakes,
Soul shivers, the world shakes.

Thrum-low, breath-deep,
Edges blur, the dark seeps.
Whisper-end, nothing mends,
Resonance, where the silence bends.



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Thrum… thrum…
Crack! Snap!
Step-step… drag…
Bones hum, shadows tap.

Drip… drip…
Floor shakes, breath quakes.
Snap! Crack!
Pulse in marrow, marrow in night.

Drag… thrum…
Whisper-end…
Echo-hollow…
Nothing bends.

Snap-thrum… drag-drag…
Pulse… silence…
Crack…
The dark beats.

Hollow… hum…
Edges blur,
Shiver-step…
Resonance folds.

Thrum… thrum…
Snap! Snap!
Body hums, mind bends,
Silence answers.



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Thrum… thrum…
Crack! Snap!
Tap… step… drag…
Hum… hum… shadow-lash.

Drip… drip…
Rattle… quake…
Snap! Crack!
Pulse in bone, marrow in dark.

Thud-thud…
Whisper-end…
Echo… hollow…
Nothing bends, nothing breaks.

Snap… thrum… drag…
Pulse… silence…
Crack…
Dark beats loud.

Hollow… hum…
Edges blur,
Shiver-step…
Resonance folds, folds.

Thrum-thrum…
Snap! Snap!
Body hums… mind bends…
Silence answers.

Drip… thud… thrum…
Snap! Snap!
Bones pulse… shadows crack…
Night vibrates, bends…



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1. Military & Truth Ministry

Mi-ny Truth,
Head of War:
In your brain
Lies, Fear, Dust.


2. Automation & Censorship

Mech-babble,
Main Lit:
Light will fade,
If Mind is buried.