127 poems

Rock Bottom

Through decay they scrape for breath—
Generations raised by Death.
In this Hell their endless lot:
Beasts reduce mankind to stock.

Fear and "survival" forge the chain;
Honest hearts inherit pain.
Those awake know bleak despair...
Look—the Young Pioneers are there!

Off to labor, off to slaughter,
Marching one step after another.
Few stand worthy, few stand free—
CowID made all hearts see

Just how deep the world could slide:
Most embraced the filth with pride,
Bowed to Evil, numb and hollow—
Mind and Spirit crushed to follow.



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The Abyss

Living on through rot and blight—
Generations doomed outright.
Hell became their daily track;
Monsters turned mankind to pack.

Fear and "survival" rule the crowd;
Truth walks broken, never loud.
Honest souls know grief alone...
See—the Pioneers have grown!

They will lead to toil and graves;
Few remain who won't be slaves.
CowID exposed the score:
Humanity sank to the floor.

Most proved rotten to the core,
Bent to Evil evermore.
Spirit, Reason—beaten, torn...
Leaving lesser minds reborn.



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The Price of Ease

Writing lightly, clear and bright
Is no gift that comes outright.
If no trial forged your soul,
You'll just play the servant's role.

Fall in line and bow your head,
Live by every rule you're fed—
Like a squirrel, wheel-bound, you'll spin,
Breeding fear that grows within.

Truth is never cheaply won;
It reveals itself to one
Who feels every lie as though
Every blow were struck below.

Only then will vision start.
Vermin never play that part:
Loving comfort, shunning pain,
They embrace illusion's reign.



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Easy Words

Easy writing's hard to earn;
Fires first must make you burn.
Never tested? Then you'll stand
Marching at another's hand.

Taking orders, meekly still,
Bending to another's will—
Like a squirrel trapped for life,
Fear will be your constant wife.

Truth is found by those who feel
Every lie like sharpened steel,
Every falsehood, every scar,
As if aimed at who they are.

Vermin never understand;
Comfort is their promised land.
Peace at any price they'll buy—
Better that than face a lie.



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The Obscenity of Slavery

Slavery's shame is not the chain,
But minds convinced they're free again.
They die—and, born once more, embrace
The selfsame lie with vacant face.

They never learn from those before,
From foolish mothers, fathers poor.
The "Pioneer" breeds fresh deceit,
New rotten creeds made to repeat.

Again they'll march through blood and flame,
Through pointless toil in Progress' name.
Each card is marked by Fraud and Night—
Only Cataclysm ends the blight.

It happened so in ages gone;
This is not Evil's first campaign.
Each new attempt grows more withdrawn
From truth, and deeper sunk in stain.

And so the Earth will cleanse at last
This poisoned crop of lies and fear.
Yet fools still worship every fraud—
They'll never learn, however hard.



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The Filth of Bondage

Bondage is not forged by chains—
It's the lie the fool maintains:
"I am free." He dies, returns,
Yet the selfsame falsehood learns.

Never wiser than before,
Blind like parents to the core.
Evil breeds, through drilled routine,
Fresh decaying ideologies.

Back to battle, back to toil,
Wasting life for rotten spoil.
Every hand by Falsehood played—
Cataclysm ends the charade.

This has happened time and time;
Evil tests another scheme.
Every age refines the crime,
Every mask grows more extreme.

Earth will purge itself once more—
This time wholly, to the end.
Fools still kneel to every lie...
They will never comprehend.



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OTHER Creation

"Man is nothing; the work is everything."
— Gustave Flaubert

Creation bears a single aim:
While Evil spreads deceit and shame,
The frightened world, in falsehood hurled,
Sinks into Madness, all unfurled.

The greater crowd is sheep at best.
Let biting irony do the rest.
Seek other ways to make us see
Corruption's hidden anatomy.

To whine is vain, to weep unwise—
Find light where deepest darkness lies.
Such work is hard; too many fall,
Mere dust within the artist's hall.

Join every work with Spirit's quest;
Let inner searching shape the rest.
Thus OTHER Creation comes to birth—
Leave worn-out pathways to the earth.

Twist only this enduring thread;
The old is spiritually dead.
Amid deception's choking sea,
Forget the world's infirmity.

The Quest dissolves when pilgrims die;
The Muse restores the inner eye.
So many visions fade away—
Preserve their living light today.

Build walls of words and painted flame,
Lest Yoga vanish all the same,
Like but a dream at break of dawn,
Its silent revelations gone.



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Propaganda

Lies and propaganda reign—
Earth is ruled by one foul gang.
Not alone: they serve the Beasts,
Feeding on obedient sheep.

Minds too weak to truly see
Dream of "choice" and liberty:
Pick one puppet, pick the next—
Different masks, the selfsame sect.

Some complain, "No freedom's left!
Every leader's false and deaf."
Soon they'll "fix" it all once more...
Back we'll sink in filth galore.



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Nothing but Lies

Nothing but lies and propaganda:
Earth's been seized by one dark clan.
Not mere rulers—they serve Beasts,
Living off submissive sheep.

Empty minds still cling to "choice,"
Echoing the loudest voice:
Buy one politician's smile,
Or elect the gang in style.

"Freedom's dead!" the grumblers cry,
"Crooks and monsters rule!"—No lie.
Soon they'll "save" us, just as before...
Straight back into filth once more.



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The Trap of the Infernal World

A branch of Hell Incorporated—
That's where our lives were generated.
To be born here is the curse;
Yet fools still make the whole thing worse.

They serve, reproduce, obey,
Waste their little lives away.
None return unto the Source—
Every road confirms the course.

Never cease your inward quest;
Seek the Light that knows no rest.
Through deceit and through affliction,
Else the soul meets slow extinction.

Soullessness is everywhere;
Evil triumphs in the air.
Hellish life has grown obscene—
Few remain with conscience clean.

Cast aside what you were taught;
Mountains of deceit were bought.
Turn within—there lies the key,
Lest your mind lose sanity.

Then proceed as fate allows,
Sharpen judgment, break false vows.
Never trust blind chance to save;
Hope alone makes willing slaves.

Statistics are bleak indeed;
Such has long been Earth's dark creed.
Seek the Primal Source alone—
Every step toward It is won.



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Infernal Trap

We are but a daughter firm
Of Hell's Dominion, dark and stern.
Birth itself became the price;
Yet fools still glorify the vice.

They gladly serve and multiply,
Never asking how or why.
None retrace the road they trod—
Trapped far from the Living God.

Never end your search for Light;
Hold it fast through every night.
Lies and torments cloud the way—
Lose that Quest, the soul will stray.

Spiritless the nations roam;
Evil almost feels at home.
Hell grows tedious to behold—
Honest hearts are bought and sold.

Leave behind implanted lies;
Tons of rubbish veil the eyes.
Turn within, where silence starts;
There begins the healing arts.

Trust not fortune's empty claim;
Chance is but another name
For surrender dressed as hope—
Sharpen thought and learn to cope.

Numbers tell a mournful tale;
Few endure where most men fail.
Seek the Source beyond all time—
Every glimpse of It's sublime.



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The Poor in Spirit, or Hell's Bondservants

"Blessed are the poor in spirit..." — turned inside out

Poor in spirit, starved in mind,
Hunting "heresy" of every kind;
Loyal to Beasts, with lies content,
Smiling masks of "innocence."

Hell's own servants drill below,
Breaking through to depths of woe.
Bastards rule through media's roar,
Driving crowds to genocide's door.

CowID alone revealed
How completely minds had kneeled.
Countless warnings, plain to see—
Yet they chose captivity.

Now a fresh disgrace of war:
Modern Cains still thirst for more.
Herods, Judases, Davids too—
Scripture twisted into untruth.

Reason's voices grow so few;
Rotten souls believe what's untrue.
Evil pays with crumbs of bread—
They sell conscience, Spirit dead.

Deeper still they'll sink once more,
Circling Hell from floor to floor.
Madmen cannot be restored;
Deaf to truth, they scorn the Word.

Yet the Cataclysm drawing near
Sweeps away corruption's sphere.
When the ashes cool at last,
This diseased age will have passed.

Then perhaps the Earth will bear
Worthy souls instead of despair—
Living hearts, awake and free,
Not the spiritually deceased.



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Judged by Evil

Evil claims
Every slave;
Dull of mind—
Hell you'll find.

Folly's sin
Dwells within.
Loud-mouth pride,
Hollow guide.

Bent to Night,
Worse than Beasts.
This false world
Breeds deceits.

Most obey
Evil's reign;
Cross in hand,
Still in chains.

Fleeing fate,
Chasing bliss—
"Save the world?"
Madness is.



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Bound for Hell

Servant "blessed,"
Evil's guest:
Empty mind—
Hell assigned.

Foolishness
Brings distress.
Windbag's cry,
Hollow lie.

Bow to Evil—
Worse than Beasts.
Falsehood's empire
Never sleeps.

Crosses gleam,
Chains remain.
Most still serve
Evil's reign.

Dreams of Heaven,
Fiction's art...
Save the world?
First save your heart.



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The Poor in Spirit

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
— Matthew 5:3

"I often play the part of a simpleton who seems not to understand his own actions."
— Maxim Gorky, The Oddballs

"The poor in spirit"—words insane,
Hell's own echo, mindless bane.
False religions, like disease,
Rot the soul with subtle ease.

"Blessed bliss" and "holy fools"—
Perfect for asylums' rules.
Now the whole world's gone astray,
One vast ward in grim decay.

Those whose spirits still burn bright
Meet blank stares instead of light,
When the crowd exalts as king
Heroes born of fable's wing.

Such beliefs reek darkly still;
Satan's scent pervades them all.
"Endless bliss" is cheaply sold
While the flock lives bought and controlled.

Read their doctrines literally—
Naked heresy you'll see.
Call this world by its true name:
Hell's asylum, ruled by shame.



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Poor in Spirit

"Blessed are the poor in spirit..."

Poor in spirit? Madness dressed
Up as sacred blessedness.
Hell repeats the ancient phrase;
False belief consumes the brain.

Creeds, like cancers, slowly spread,
Feeding on the living dead.
Minds once free are taught to bow,
Worshiping illusion now.

Those with inward wealth alone
Wander through a world of stone.
Idolized are myths and lies;
Truth is mocked by vacant eyes.

Shepherds promise endless peace,
Selling Heaven by degrees,
While beneath oppressive rule
Sheep are schooled to praise the yoke.

Read their dogmas word for word—
Every page becomes absurd.
Name this realm without disguise:
Hell's asylum, vast in size.



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Cow-ID

Not sent to slaughter, but to test
How many minds could stand the quest.
CowID exposed instead
A world where thought was almost dead.

Reason found no place to stay;
Shame and darkness ruled the day.
A handful only saw the snare—
Too few to change the poisoned air.

Crippled generations learn
Evil's triumph in return,
Taking falsehood as the law,
Blind to every fatal flaw.

Fear and lies prepare the ground;
Barriers rise all around,
Built by hands that seek to drain
Meaning from the human plane.

Thus the world was bent with ease;
CowID brought minds to knees.
Beasts released it for their game—
Broadcast far in Progress' name.



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Cow-ID

CowID was never meant
Simply as a pestilence.
It became a ruthless test:
Who could think—and who guessed?

Mind had long since lost its throne;
Shame and darkness ruled alone.
Few perceived the hidden snare;
Fewer still refused despair.

Broken ages learn to kneel,
Calling Evil's triumph real.
Lies and terror shape the norm;
Obstacles become the form.

Little by little, meaning dies;
Empty slogans fill the skies.
CowID revealed at last
How the world embraced the mask.



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Pseudo-Scholars, or the Beasts' Lapdogs

Learning shines—for fools, at least:
Training clerks to serve the Beast.
Work for pennies, praise the chain;
Dress up nonsense, call it "brain."

Any fraud they'll glorify,
Cloaked in pompous words that lie.
Gullibility is the stain—
The primal sin that feeds the chain.

Only few refused the spell,
Mocked the lessons taught so well,
While the teachers, safe and tame,
Guarded comfort over shame.

Pseudo-science filled the schools;
Beasts found loyal, useful tools.
From the first false brick they laid,
Spirit's cornerstone was razed.

Yet the signs are everywhere,
Plain enough for those who dare.
Systems built with Spirit gone
Turn to poison, one by one.

Mind alone will lose its way;
Spirit keeps it from decay.
Look around—the proof is clear:
Thought lies rotting far and near.

Shelves are filled and neatly stacked;
Labels hide what truth they lack.
Classification, polished, bright—
Cannot turn a lie to light.

Cast off pseudo-learning's load;
Walk another, harder road.
Smash deception where it stands;
Thus resist corruption's plans.

Without Spirit Reason falls,
Trapped inside its narrow walls.
Now collapse gains fearful speed;
Venal souls spread like a weed.

Turn within—the inward art
Opens both the mind and heart.
Keen discernment crowns the quest;
Only then you stand the test.

Call it alchemy, if you will—
Science cannot climb that hill.
Leave deception, seek release;
Find the path that leads to peace.

Only Spirit, bright and pure,
Opens freedom's hidden door.
Leave Decay's infernal reign—
Cast off doubt, despair, and pain!



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Rock Bottom of Literature

Literature's abyss is plain:
Little profit, endless chain.
Censors guard the approved lie,
Keeping genocide alive.

Countless lackeys crowd the stage,
Feeding Madness, page by page.
Every parasite believes
Hell repays the tricks he weaves.

Honest verse stands all alone,
Barely heard, almost unknown.
Words that never kneel to Night
Are denied the public light.

Yet the Cataclysm will
Render every balance still.
Those who praised the fiends for gain
Walk the road they forged to pain.

Honest souls are growing few;
Human hearts are rarer too.
This world's madness beasts the race—
Courage keeps the human face.

Stand upright, refuse the yoke;
Never let your spirit choke.
Hold to truth through loss and storm—
Do not let yourself transform.



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The Bottom of Literature

Literature has reached its floor:
Money's gone—but censors soar.
Lies are guarded, fraud revered;
Truth alone has disappeared.

Servants of the system dream
Hell rewards their loyal scheme.
Honest voices fade from sight;
None who challenge Evil's might.

Every poem standing free,
Every cry of honesty,
Finds no welcome, wins no fame—
Better silence than the game.

Then the Cataclysm arrives;
Falsehood never truly thrives.
Fiends applaud their faithful crew—
Down they march, and perish too.

Few remain with conscience clear;
Fewer still are human here.
Hold your courage, keep your soul—
Never let the Beast take hold.



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Cipollino for Idiots

Cipollino saves the crowd?
Vegetables, brave and proud,
Saving vegetables?—What jest!
Wiser men know all the rest.

"Save the masses?" Pointless dream.
Pens run dry, ideals lose steam.
Thus the crowd applauds instead
Empty slogans, neatly fed.

Spirit's heights they cannot climb;
Bent to tyrants long in time.
Better death than endless breath
Chained to Satan's reign of death.

Evil's ruled this foolish sphere
Age on age, from year to year.
Time to end triumphant Stupidity—
Cataclysm sets us free!



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Cipollino for Fools

Cipollino leads the way?
Vegetables save the day?
Men who've learned through grief and pain
Know the crowd is won in vain.

So they slowly lose their fire;
Empty words climb ever higher.
Nonsense wins the loud acclaim;
Truth is driven out in shame.

Spirit's peaks remain unseen
By those bowed to cruel regimes.
Better end the weary fight
Than endure Hell's endless night.

Evil's ruled since ages dim;
Stupidity serves only him.
Let the Cataclysm start—
Burn the darkness from the heart!



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Breaking the "Community Guidelines" on Every Rotten Platform

"Community Guidelines"—
Yes, I break them all.
Outcast in a world that bows,
Blind before the wall.

Stumps that prize obedience
As the highest good;
Fiery verse keeps gnawing through
Every rotten "truth."

"Blah-blah-blah"—that's all they need,
Flood the world with noise,
So obedient souls may eat,
Sleep... and never choose.



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Community Guidelines

I break every "guideline" made
For the dutiful herd,
Living as an outcast where
Thought is most absurd.

Wooden minds adore the rules;
Evil calls them "right."
Honest verse wears down the walls,
Bringing cracks to light.

Fill the air with empty talk,
Endless hollow cries,
So the tame may eat and sleep—
Never question lies.



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All Dressed in White...

"A strange fellow—must be a fool."
— Proverb


Strange's the world: white masks they wear,
Gleaming glaze and polished air.
Fools and villains, all alike,
Pose as polar bears on ice.

Yet beneath that spotless show
Timid seals drift to and fro,
Trapped by fear and long resigned
To the Evil they don't fight.

Hunters ready spears and lead;
Lies are loaded, fear is spread.
Clumsy "bears" sink one by one
In the madness they've become.



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White as Snow...

Masks of white and polished pride—
Rotten souls beneath them hide.
Fools parade as mighty bears,
Lords of frozen wastes and airs.

Yet they're seals in truth, not kings,
Tamed by fear and yielding strings.
Lies are bullets, dread the spear;
Hunters always find them here.

Down they plunge through falsehood's sea,
Lost to their complacency.
White outside—but hollow through...
Thus the masquerade ends too.



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United in Madness

"Most honourable gentleman"—
A fool who bows where Evil reigns.
Yet he is hardly one alone:
The world's united in its wrong.

CowID exposed the truth:
Clear minds survived in precious few.
Critical Reason, all but slain—
Buried beneath the media's veil of shame.



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One in Madness

"Honourable sir"—what pride!
Just another fool who complied.
He is far from standing lone:
Madness made the world one whole.

CowID revealed the score:
Thinking minds were almost no more.
Critical Reason barely survived,
Smothered by the media's lies.



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United in Delusion

"Honourable sir"—a pompous name
For one who bowed to Evil's game.
Yet he is not the only one:
Delusion made the world as one.

CowID stripped the masks away:
Few kept Reason's living flame.
The shame was buried out of sight,
Beneath the media's endless lies.



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The Forest of Graphomania

No living literary art—
The process fell and broke apart.
The Internet, a forest grown,
A samizdat of seeds unsown.

Most trees are nonsense, thin and dry;
Mere graphomania reaching high.
New shoots of thought can scarcely rise,
Choked beneath deceitful skies.

A haze of falsehood veils the wood;
Truth's quiet voice is scarcely heard.
The honest soul who will not feed
This crippled world with sugared speech

Is nearly silent, lost from view.
Then mindless AI seals it through:
With censorship it crowns the game—
The fools applaud and call it "progress."



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The Forest of Bad Writing

Literature has lost its way;
No living movement lives today.
The Internet, a tangled wood,
Mimics samizdat—but poorly stood.

Most trunks bear madness, hollow prose;
Graphomania wildly grows.
Tender shoots of deeper themes
Fade beneath deceptive dreams.

Fog of lies hangs through the trees;
Honest voices barely breathe.
None who refuse to sweeten blight
Ever reach the public light.

Thoughtless AI ends the tale,
Armed with censorship to prevail.
Fools rejoice beneath its reign,
Calling silence wisdom's gain.



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When I Am Gone

When I am gone, one soul will grieve—
My cat alone will mourn my leave,
Unless the beast next door one day
Has poisoned him and stolen away.

Perhaps that creature's dead by now?
No suffering? What a pity—how...
She poisoned cats throughout the yard;
So neighbours said—it wasn't hard

To learn the truth. The caretaker
Removed dead kittens, one by one.
Poisoned lives, cut short by hate—
A two-legged beast is worst by far:

More cruel than any wolf or bear,
More pitiless than beasts elsewhere.
No fang or claw can equal this—
A human heart devoid of bliss.



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Only My Cat

When I am gone, my cat will cry—
Unless the neighbour lets him die.
Perhaps that beast is gone instead...
If not, that's one more thing to dread.

She poisoned cats around our place;
The neighbours knew the grim disgrace.
The janitor would clear away
Dead kittens at the break of day.

No earthly beast has sunk so low;
No wolf could match so vile a foe.
The cruelest predator by far
Walks upright—human is the scar.



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Every Regime Is Fascist

Soviet rule—
Conceal the fool.
Smile for guests;
Rot does the rest.

Rashist reign,
Louder the pain.
"Not enough dead!"—
The slogan's spread.

Global rule—
One darker school:
War upon
The Spirit and Mind.

Pitiful God,
How strangely odd:
When will You stand
Against the damned?

Why is Culture
Left to die,
While fools are crowned
And truth denied?



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Every System Wears the Same Face

Soviet order:
Hide the stain.
Foreign eyes
Must not see pain.

Rashist order:
More blood spilled!
Never enough
Until all's killed.

Global order:
Evil's throne.
Spirit and Reason
Stand alone.

Feeble god,
When will You speak?
Must Culture perish
Before the weak?



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Poverty's Fancy

Wallet's empty, nearly bare;
Vodka's running out somewhere.
Mice have gnawed the little food;
Cough grows deep, the heart subdued.

If it's time to die—then die.
Spare the whining, spare the cry.
Consumer lust is mankind's blight—
Decay begins with appetite.



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A Poor Man's Fantasy

Empty wallet, empty shelf;
Even vodka's left itself.
Mice consumed the final bread;
Heart beats faintly, cough instead.

If death calls, then meet it straight;
Do not bargain, do not wait.
Consumerism starts the fall—
The first decay that claims us all.



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The Law of Large Numbers or The Global System of Surveillance and Deception

A global web that tracks each day
Keeps willing fools within its sway.
In Hell's machine there's little need
For minds that think, for hearts that heed.

Deceive the herd, record each name—
Statistics complete the game.
Once reduced to counted sums,
Atrocity with ease becomes.

CowID and war revealed
The truth no propaganda healed.
So leave the ledgers, break the ties;
Walk out beyond their numbered lies.

Refuse the cage they've built for you;
Step from the ranks that march on cue.
The world that counts you owns you too—
Be unnumbered. Stay untrue... to them.



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The Law of Large Numbers

Global surveillance never sleeps;
Every fool it counts and keeps.
Honest minds are of no use
To systems built on fear and ruse.

Number people, file their lives—
Thus the greater evil thrives.
CowID and war have shown
What statistics hide in stone.

Therefore leave the numbered fold;
Break the chains both new and old.
Walk away from managed fate—
Better free than merely "data."



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At the Circus

"To rid oneself of life is to deprive oneself of the pleasure of laughing at it."
— Emil Cioran


Clownish politicians, crowds that cheer and roar—
Feels just like a circus on New Year's Eve once more.
Drunk before the curtain, drunker by the show;
Acrobatics falter in the nets below.

Crimson-nosed buffoons have lost their painted pride;
Booze has blurred the laughter, washed the mask aside.
Vomit stains the grandstands where the faithful sit,
Drowning every punchline in a drunken fit.

Tiger cages, carelessly left almost unbarred,
Swinging open slowly... now the beasts stand guard.
Silent, tense, assembling, muscles coiled to spring—
Suddenly the circus crowns another king.

So don't rush to end it with a bullet's flight.
Wait a little longer.
They'll begin to bite.



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The Circus

Politicians clown about; the audience applauds.
Every act grows madder underneath the canvas walls.
Drunken acrobats collapse, the jesters lose their paint;
Spectators are sick with drink—yet call the evening "great."

Tiger cages stand ajar.
Listen... hear them breathe.
They've already gathered close;
They are ready for the feast.

So don't waste a bullet now.
Save your final breath.
Wait a little—soon enough
They'll do the job themselves.



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The Last World War

Chaos, friend!
The end draws near.
If you still
Can think, then hear:

Your true foe
Is not the face
The media
Would have you chase.

The hand behind
Their endless lies
Corrupts the crowd,
Dulls heart and eyes.

A witless herd,
A sleeping mass—
There lies the force
That lets evil pass.

Its ranks are filled
With fools and traitors.
Decay itself
Makes willing haters.

This war is greater
Than any before;
It shatters minds,
Not merely corps.

Most stagger now
With reason slain;
A hired madman
Ends your pain,

Unless you stand
With those still free,
Or wake one day
In tyranny.

Though chances fade,
Do not give in.
Expose each lie,
However grim.

Falsehood has become
Evil's sharpest blade;
Reason flickers low,
Its light betrayed.

Soullessness spreads
From shore to shore.
This infernal age
Endures no more.

The struggle saves
The soul within.
Step into the fight—
Let truth begin.



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The Final World War

Friend, look around—confusion reigns.
If reason lives, then break your chains.
The enemy is not the one
The headlines name beneath the sun.

Behind the screens another hand
Corrupts the weak throughout the land.
A crowd made dull by fear and lies
Becomes the weapon tyrants prize.

Betrayers march beside the blind;
Decay consumes the human mind.
This war exceeds all wars before—
It conquers spirit to the core.

Unite with those who still can see,
Or trade your soul for slavery.
Though hope is scarce, let falsehood fall;
Expose deception, one and all.

Lies are now the strongest sword
Ever forged by darkness' lord.
Yet while one living soul remains,
The fight is worth its wounds and pains.



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The Overwhelming Majority

The fool has tricks,
A sly disguise;
A shrivelled soul,
A heart of lies.

Darkness settled
Deep inside;
Now its poison
Spreads worldwide.

Every neighbour
Feels that stain;
Rot infects them
Like a chain.

They are the many—
Thus the earth
Sank beneath
Falsehood's curse.



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The Stupid Overwhelming Majority

Every fool has learned the art
Of cunning wrapped in borrowed smart.
Inside, a shrivelled soul grows black;
Darkness never turns its back.

What festers there spills all around,
Poisoning every inch of ground.
They are the many—that is why
This fallen world is built on lies.



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Escalating Mind Control

Mind control grows day by day—
Pseudo-life's triumphant way.
Fools submit without a fight;
Reason fades beyond their sight.

Total falsehood bears them down;
Herds drag every doubter round.
Even souls not wholly slain
Struggle hard to break the chain.

Through the media's endless roar
Fear directs the crowd once more.
Lies become the price to pay
For belonging every day.

Speak your mind—and you'll be cast
From the ever-rotting mass.
Thus deception stills them all;
Slaves embrace their spirit's fall.

CowID laid bare the score:
Three in four could think no more.
Earth became a realm of shade;
Few escaped the masquerade.



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The Age of Mind Manipulation

Every year the pressure grows;
That's how pseudo-living goes.
Fools obey, and bit by bit
Lose the last remains of wit.

Lies press down from every side;
Herds pull doubters with the tide.
Even hearts not fully dead
Bow beneath the weight of dread.

Media thunder, fear, command—
Thus they govern every land.
Question nothing, bend your knee,
Or become society's enemy.

CowID exposed the cost:
Most were willing to be lost.
Earth resembles Hades now;
Thinking souls are rare somehow.



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Fighting the Ugly

To fight what is vile
Means walking a mile
Through nonsense and lies;
Where Evil's disguise
Has swallowed the crowd—
The obedient, bowed.

Many have vanished,
Their spirits all banished;
They followed the call
Of ugliness all.



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Against the Ugly

To fight the decay
You must clear the way
Through mountains of lies
And nonsense in disguise.

Evil has taken
The meek and forsaken—
A legion of fools,
Obedient tools.



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The Empty Talkers

Half of Europe mouths the noise,
Chasing hollow, fading joys.
The rest of Earth is sinking too—
Traditions buried out of view.

Culture's pillars, once so bright,
Collapse beneath decay's own weight.
Ancient voices disappear;
A barren age is drawing near.



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Age of Decline

Empty tongues across the land,
Noise replaces thought and stand.
The world beyond is sinking fast;
Its cultures buried from the past.

Traditions crumble, values fall,
Decay spreads over one and all.



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Sinking, Wailing

Sinking, crying,
Yet we stay
Silent, hiding
From the grey

Media's stench,
Smoke and lies—
Everything's lost
Under skies.

Even souls now
Cast away,
Following falsehood,
Bowing to decay.

Still they wait for
"Paradise"—
Weak and fearful,
Closed their eyes.



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Drowning in Silence

We are sinking,
We are torn,
Yet no screaming—
We are worn.

In the filth of
Media's breath,
We have wasted
Souls to death.

Trusting falsehood,
Serving lies,
Waiting blindly
For fake skies.

Weak and helpless,
Lost inside—
Chasing heaven
With no guide.



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Soldier's Delirium

From the major
Comes much vapor—
Not Suvorov...
Soon we're over.

Back to hiding,
Every brother,
Crawl to corners,
Lose each other.

And once more—
We will bend.



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A Soldier's Rant

Major's talking—
Endless nonsense.
No great Suvorov,
Just a loud mess.

Discharge coming,
Time to scatter;
Back to holes where
Nothing matters.

Once again,
We bow and break.



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A Dog's Heart

A coder—
Like Shvonder,
And the dog
Went mad in war's fog.



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Dog's Heart

A coder,
A Shvonder—
Then the hound
Lost all sense on the battlefield ground.



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A Dog's Heart

The coder came,
A Shvonder by name.
The dog was changed—
And war deranged.



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The Heights and the Herd

The seeker climbs
Beyond the skies.
The sheep remains
Where falsehood lies.



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Upward and Downward

The keen rise high,
Beyond the lie.
The ram stays down,
In a fake world's town.



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To the Heights

The wise ascend
Beyond the bend.
The foolish ram
Sinks in the scam.



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Mumu and the "Anti-Fascists" Reborn

Poor Mumu hates Gerasim's hand,
She knows the tale, she understands.
Yet fascism returns once more,
With fear and lies it walks the floor.

Though countless films have filled their eyes,
Though books have warned them of disguise,
The world sinks down into the mire
When fools let monsters rise to power.

They studied history, line by line,
Yet failed to see the warning sign.
A thousand lessons fade away
When truth is traded for decay.



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Mumu and the New "Anti-Fascists"

Mumu despises Gerasim's name—
She read the story, knows the shame.
Yet fascism comes with smiling face,
Spreading fear and lies through every place.

A thousand movies, countless books
Have shown them where destruction looks.
But still the lowest worlds admire
The servants of the rising fire.

They saw the past, they heard the cries,
Yet bowed again to new disguise.
A world that welcomes evil's throne
Has already lost its soul and own.



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Chikatilo for the Fools

Chikatilo for the blind—
A hollow copy of that kind.
He gathers hatred, feeds the flame,
While driving Reason out of frame.



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A Chikatilo for the Dumb

A Chikatilo for the fools,
A twisted echo breaking rules.
He stores the forces of the rage,
And casts out Reason from the age.



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The Copycat Chikatilo

A Chikatilo for the herd,
A double-made, distorted word.
He breeds the poison, spreads the night,
And banishes the mind's last light.



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Symbol

Track-standing still, a noble sign:
Let brave hearts pass the waiting line.
For from behind, when they are through,
The sons of Judas strike anew.



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The Symbol

A track stand — a telling sign:
"Wait here, let courage pass the line."
Then from behind, when heroes roam,
Betrayers strike and claim their own.



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Symbol

A track stand on the racing ground
Is a symbol, clear and profound:
Let the fearless move ahead—
Judas' sons will strike them dead.



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Yard Cats

"Fate plays with man, and man plays the trumpet."
— Ilya Ilf and Evgeny Petrov, "The Golden Calf"


My furry friends, my whiskered crew,
Are all the friends I ever knew.
No others do I need beside;
I think of those from days gone by.

I had a "sweetheart," had some "friends"—
What madness those old stories tell.
Small-minded folk, like sheep in pens,
Who dragged each other down as well.

And now, in this forsaken age,
When madness rules and truth is banned,
I'd rather write another page
Or play my "trumpet" with my hand.

To stroke the cats, to hear them purr—
That is the solace left to me.
The soul has almost lost its stir;
Step back, and keep your spirit free.



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Cats of the Yard

My furry mates are all I need;
No human crowd can match their breed.
I think of "friends" I had before—
What fools they were, and nothing more.

A herd of sheep, a petty crowd,
Not worth a thought, not worth a sound.
In this corrupted, broken age,
I write my verse, I fill the page.

Or play the trumpet, as they say,
While cats bring peace into my day.
My soul is tired, almost undone—
Withdraw before the rot has won.



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Euro-Ass. Russia — Sphincter.
This dead world needs a graveyard winter.



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Euro-Butt, and Russia's gate—
A dying world awaits its fate.



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Euro-Arse, Russia's rear end—
A dead world waits for its final end.



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As Once, So Now

As once a vulgar fool of kings
Was praised by fools as greatest light,
So now a tyrant's shadow brings
A beacon for the darkest night.



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The Idol of the Worst

As once a crude and foolish czar
Was hailed by fools as grand and wise,
So now his double shines afar—
A false bright star for vile men's eyes.



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Benders

"The barren fields of Bender's land,
Where horned wild buffaloes roam the sand..."

And there the "Russian world" has grown,
A bleak and empty wasteland shown.
No joy, no light, no hope remains—
Only dull shadows, endless chains.

Propaganda rules the stage;
A pack of beasts, a mindless rage,
Leads willing fools along the track
Straight toward the darkness, no way back.

Yet fools obey without a cry—
They gladly follow, never ask why.



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Benders

Barren Bender's empty land,
Where horned beasts roam the desert sand.
The "Russian world" has settled there—
A world of gloom, of void, despair.

Propaganda beats the drum;
The servants of darkness lead the dumb.
They march their followers toward the night—
And fools accept the chains outright.



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The Vanishing Few

Hail the Sun!
Burn it all,
Down to ashes,
Down to fall.

Few are we,
The honest, the bright—
Thin is our layer
In endless night.

We are weary;
The vile have won.
Let the fire come—
Let it be done.



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The Fading Layer

Long live the Sun!
Burn to the ground!
We few still remain—
Surrounded, outnumbered, bound.

Our layer is thin,
Our patience is gone;
The scoundrels have pushed us—
Bring on the dawn.



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The Cataclysm Comes

The cataclysm comes at last;
Fools, defending skins of past,
Have driven the world so far—
Toward the edge, beyond repair.

Everything may burn away,
Seeds of something brighter lay.
Perhaps a wiser world will rise
From the ashes of old lies.

Till that day, in this mad sphere,
Spend your weary, gloomy years.
Let the darkness test your spine—
But do not kneel, do not resign.



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The Cataclysm Nears

The cataclysm soon will come;
Fools, to save their fragile skin,
Have led the world into the flame—
Everything will start again.

Ashes first, then seeds may grow;
Something wiser may arise.
Till then, through this mad world go—
Keep your knees and keep your eyes.

Days may pass in sorrow's shade,
Storms may break what fools have made.
Yet whatever fate has shown—
Never bow. Stand on your own.



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I Fell in Love

I fell in love—
I won the prize!
My pants are full
Of happy skies.

Yet here I stand,
In battle's gloom,
Fighting a war
Against the mind's doom.



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Love Struck

I fell in love—
I got my way!
My heart is full
Of joy today.

So much delight,
So much to prove,
Right in the war
Against the mind and truth.



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Love Won

I fell in love—
I got my bliss!
My pockets burst
With happiness.

What a strange fate,
What a funny fight—
Joy in my hands,
While Reason's in flight.



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Managing the Global Madhouse

To manage the madhouse wide,
Greater progress is our guide.
Though our victories amaze,
Mind and Spirit fade away.

Making stupidity a science—
New absurdities, compliance—
Must be invented for the fools;
Fear becomes the strongest tool.

Tighten harder fear's old chains—
That will silence higher aims.
More and more the media's roar:
Turn the fools to beasts once more.

This is the perfect method, see:
Build a herd obediently.
Though some minds still stand apart,
We must tame the human heart.

Do not stop, continue on—
Build the kingdom of the sheep,
Where the thinking light is gone,
And the herd is ours to keep.



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The Global Madhouse

Running the madhouse of the Earth:
Strive for progress, prove your worth!
Though the triumphs shine and grow,
Spirit fades and minds lie low.

Stupidity becomes a science;
Feed the fools with new defiance.
Add more fear and tighten screws—
That is how you break the Muse.

Let the media shout and scream,
Turn the idiots into the scheme.
Few still think, but do not fear—
A sheep-world soon will appear.



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Gas, Goods, Store

Gas,
Goods,
Store—
You are
A slave
To things and daily needs;
Your soul is buried,
Your reason bleeds.

Fear and lies
Become the law;
A hollow life
Is all you saw.



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The Slave of Things

Gas line,
Supply chain,
Store sign—
You remain
A slave to things,
To dust and days.

The soul is dead,
The mind erased.
Fear and falsehood
Rule the place.



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"Human Rights"

"Human Rights" —
A tale that delights,
Retold through each age
On history's stage.

Yet common folk suffer,
Their burdens grow rougher.
In truth — tyranny's face,
A mindless disgrace.

Through fear and through lies,
Through dulling of eyes,
Each generation is worn,
By the poison reborn.

At last we have reached
The Night of the Mind.
Rights? — what a speech!
My head starts to grind...



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"Human Rights"

"Human Rights" —
A marvelous tale,
For every new age
A beautiful veil.

While people grow poorer,
And darkness grows sure,
The truth wears the guise
Of tyranny's eyes.

Fear makes them weaker,
Lies make them blind;
Generation by generation,
They poison the mind.

The Night of Reason
Has come into sight.
Rights? — what a burden!
My head aches tonight...



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You Are Cats

You are cats,
No more gnats
Of worry here:
Your lines are clear.

On furry backs
There live some fleas—
Who troubles whom
More, no one sees.

Cats have nature,
Cats have ways.
What have you
In your own days?

If truth you keep,
Not cut or bent,
Will you rest
In idle content?

Or worse by far—
With empty art,
Will you lie
And tear your heart?



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You Are Cats

You are cats—
No heavy mats
Of pointless pain;
Your verses remain.

Fleas on fur,
Who knows for sure
Who suffers more,
The cat or the cure?

Cats just live
By nature's law.
What do you give
When truth you withdraw?

Better to rest
Than falsely compose—
For lying in verse
Is the worst of woes.



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The Course Is Stupidity

The course is set
Toward the dumb;
Ears are tuned
To lies that come.

Drooping ears
On empty faces—
Too much poison,
False embraces.

All is hollow,
All mirage;
No trace of Light
In the mind's garage.

More delusion,
More decay;
More the bumps
Along the way.

A forehead built
For every bruise;
A spirit drilled
With books abused.

Priest or atheist,
It matters not—
Falsehood strikes
The mind's weak spot.

The age of fascism
Rises again,
Sending the masses
Into the chain.

Once more the ugly
Trusts the night;
Worships evil,
Calls it right.

The world is rotting,
Stinking with lies—
Falsehood devours
All that survives.



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A Course Toward Stupidity

A course toward dumbness,
Ears toward lies;
Foolish faces,
Empty eyes.

Too much falsehood,
Too much gloom;
Mirage everywhere,
No light in the room.

More and more nonsense,
More bumps on the head;
More broken spirits,
More minds misled.

Books become sieves,
Wisdom runs dry;
Priest or atheist—
Both may deny.

The age of fascism
Returns once more;
It throws the masses
Into its war.

The ugly believe it,
Praise what is vile;
The world reeks of falsehood,
And feeds on the bile.



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Pigs and Sages

"It is better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied; better to be a dissatisfied sage than a satisfied pig..."
— John Stuart Mill

"Only a madman could be dissatisfied with the achievements of socialism."
— Nikita Khrushchev


A pig cares little for a thinker—
Once fed and full, it knows it's right.
In ages where the stomach rules,
The mind becomes a useless light.

The wise man doubts and turns within,
Questions the truths he once believed.
The pig is like a weather vane,
By every master's voice deceived.

Whatever comes from screens of lies,
The herd accepts without a thought.
The thinker only brings them laughs—
For cattle, wisdom matters not.

The barn declares dissatisfaction
A sickness of the troubled mind;
The restless ones are sent away,
While obedience is praised as kind.

They used to say: only the mad
Would criticize the "perfect" way.
The West was hardly free of this—
It had its own illusions' sway.

To see all sides of every truth
May trap the mind in endless doubt;
The more you understand the whole,
The harder it becomes to get out.

The level of the herd was shown
When CowID came and proved the case:
The world was just a shallow pit,
With fear engraved on every face.

Another lie, another test—
And backs were bent without a fight.
They let the needles pierce their skin,
While thinkers vanished from the light.

The wise were mocked, the doubters blamed;
The herd was driven into shame.
A genocide of spirit spread,
With rare exceptions still aflame.

And when you turn around each "wonder"
Of so-called human progress built,
You find one side, then find another—
Everywhere the same old guilt.

A plague of lies across the earth,
A sickness wearing many masks—
A "swine flu" of the human mind,
That poisons all it ever asks.



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Patterns of Evil and Its Servants

Fools and lies, and endless cries—
Evil spreads beneath the skies.
Like the monkeys in a row,
Servants copy what they know.

Every pattern, every phrase
Leads the crowd through darker ways:
Into weakness, into blindness,
Into chains of mental mindlessness.

Lies are poured with growing power,
Poisoning each passing hour.
In a world where thinkers choke,
Where the air is filled with smoke,

Where the media endlessly screams,
Selling nightmares, selling dreams,
Where new wars and fake diseases

Yet their efforts are not vain—
Souls are lost beneath the chain.
Spirit, Reason, inner light
Are attacked in endless fight.

If decay has filled the land,
If corruption rules the hand,
Then the final generation
Bears the mark of degradation.

But from ruins, after flame,
Spirit may return again.
Through the storm that breaks the prison,
A new dawn may rise unhidden.

Farewell, rotten age of lies;
Farewell, darkness in disguise.
Those who bowed to evil's throne—
Soon their hollow reign is gone.



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Evil's Templates

Fools and liars, endless fraud—
Everywhere the prints of Evil's law.
Like the monkeys, one by one,
Servants copy what is done.

Patterns leading crowds below,
Into ignorance they go.
Lies concentrated, multiplied,
Poisoning the world inside.

Thinkers suffocate and tire
In the smoke of false desire.
Media storms, invented fears,
Endless wars through endless years.

Yet decay has reached its height;
Darkness cannot defeat the light.
When the rotten world must fall,
Spirit will return to all.

Farewell, old fascism of decay;
Servants of darkness—fade away.
The future belongs to those
Whose minds and spirits still arose.



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Auto-Idiocy I

Wheel alignment for your car
Seems more important by far
Than the fact that fools are driving,
In this madhouse, barely surviving.

Some dumb blockhead cuts your way—
Off the road you fly away.
Alignment will not save you then;
You are lost among these men.

And if you walk instead of ride,
You face the herd from every side.
They will trample, if not in street,
Then with morals just as brutal and complete.

For this world has lost its light—
A hellish place of endless night.



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Auto-Idiocy I

Wheel alignment, perfect care—
What does it matter if fools are everywhere?

Idiots drive, the roads are theirs;
A sudden turn and no one cares.

Into the ditch your fate may fly;
No perfect wheels will tell you why.

A pedestrian? Your chances fall—
A stupid herd surrounds you all.

They crush you, if not flesh and bone,
Then break your spirit, piece by stone.

This rotten world, beyond repair,
Is built on madness everywhere.



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Auto-Idiocy II

Wheel alignment, perfect track—
More important than the fact
That you are a hound and stray
In the world's war-kennel today.

There darkness rules with shattered heads,
While madness hunts and hunger spreads.
The horn is blown — the chase begins,
The pack runs out with savage grins.

"Attack!" — they rush, a mindless crowd,
At other dogs they bark aloud.
For they are told the prey they chase
Is not their kind, but a different race.

Yet all are hounds beneath the sun—
The horn has lied again. Again.



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Auto-Idiocy II

Wheel alignment, wheel and tire—
Matters more than truth entire:

You are a hound in War's old den,
A broken world of beasts and men.

The hunting horn begins to sound,
The fools pour out, a raging hound.

"Get them!" — they charge the chosen prey,
Believing every word they say.

"Those are the dogs, not us!" they cry—
The horn repeats another lie.



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Running and the Barbell

"Bad news never makes us flee—
We just run in place, you see."

Much better, though, to lift some weight,
Two hundred grams upon the plate.
We raise it proudly, feel the thrill—
We're in the wrong place, climbing still.

No race ahead, no strength to gain—
Just endless motion, endless strain.
We run, we lift, we chase the dream—
Lost in the swamp of a broken scheme.



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Running and Weights

"Bad news comes? We do not flee—
We run in place so endlessly."

Better still, with weight to raise,
Two hundred grams to earn our praise.

Lift it high, pretend we fight—
In the Wrong Place, day and night.



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In Service to Lucifer’s Filth-System

What is life’s value
When, at the feast of death,
We find ourselves serving
The filth beneath?

In decay and corruption,
In darkness we stand;
Our minds are enslaved
By a withering land.

No worth can be found
In a soul that obeys,
Yet none dare question
The system’s old ways.

They worry for bodies,
For comfort and skin,
While darkness of madness
Is spreading within.

Concern for the Soul—
That alone can be true.
Not flesh, but the Spirit
Must carry us through.

The saving of Reason,
The awakening flame,
Is the road out of Hell,
Out of filth and its name.



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Serving Lucifer’s System

What is life worth
If, in death’s feast,
We serve the filth
Of the infernal beast?

Lost in decay,
In corruption’s night,
We guard only skin,
Forgetting the Light.

No blame for the System,
No questions, no cries—
Just fear for the body
While the Spirit dies.

Care for the Soul—
That is the way.
Not flesh, but the Mind
Can escape decay.

Save your Reason,
Break free from the mire:
The path out of Hell
Begins with the Fire.



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Only the Mentally Blind

Only those whose minds are sleeping
Can believe: "All is okay."
When such numbers keep increasing,
"Education" oils the way.

Youth may easily be blinded,
Waste its time on dreams and lies;
Till it wakes, ashamed and wounded,
Seeing through the false disguise.

Then it mourns the lost possibilities,
Paths it might have dared to choose,
In a world of dark decline,
Where each day brings deeper wounds.

Into inner realms of being
One must venture, brave and deep;
There no false decorations shelter,
There the sharper pains you keep.

Only thus among the thinking
Can you truly still remain.
For this world is filled with madness,
Few escape the endless chain.

There, perhaps, you’ll find the brightness,
There you may be lost as well.
Only works of true creation
Show if you have risen or fell.



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Among the Few Who Think

Only fools with minds asleep
Say: "The world is fine and bright."
Yet the many drown so deep
In the honey of false light.

Youth may follow empty visions,
Waste its years on borrowed dreams;
Till it wakes from false ambitions,
Seeing through deceptive schemes.

Then it grieves the paths abandoned,
Chances lost along the way,
In this world of dark decay
Growing darker every day.

Seek the hidden inner spaces,
Fear no truth and fear no pain.
There are no false painted faces—
There you may yourself regain.

Only there, among the wiser,
Can your lonely spirit stand.
For this world is ruled by madness,
With few minds still unanned.

You may find the hidden fire there,
You may vanish in the quest.
Only what your hands create there
Shows if you have failed or blessed.



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Damnation, or the Transnistrian Fascist Regime

A regime of sheep-like virus,
Easy enough to spin and turn—
The people must be brought to zero,
While warmth is harder to earn.

They robbed away the whole foundation,
Left even markets bare;
No money left to buy the gas,
No comfort anywhere.

An outside enemy, a monster,
Gives orders from afar;
And monsters blindly carry them out,
Obeying every scar.

Though fascism spreads around us,
The world in falsehood’s sea—
A foolish world of broken mirrors,
A world that’s lost and free.



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Damnation

Sheep-virus rules the kingdom,
Twisting minds with ease;
To crush the common people
Is simpler than to please.

They stole away the future,
They left the shelves all bare;
No money even for the gas,
No mercy anywhere.

A foreign beast gives orders,
The servants nod and obey;
The puppets march obediently
Along the chosen way.

For fascism wears many masks,
Deception rules the game;
A world that lives on lies and rot
Has only filth to name.



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Happy New Year, Mother!

Happy New Year, Mother!
Yet I'll say another:
Little here is new
When happiness is through.

The numbers change their faces,
The world repeats old traces;
A year may start anew—
But not the heart, if blue.



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New Year, Mother

Happy New Year, Mother dear!
Yet the truth is crystal clear:
Not much new the years can bring
If lost is happiness's spring.

The calendar turns its page,
But sorrow keeps its ancient age.



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Down! Push Up! A Stump Appeared!

"Drop down! Push up!" — the order came,
A wooden stump was found the same.
No need to serve a rigid line—
A free-born Spirit must be thine!

No drills can make a person whole,
No chains can train a fearless soul.
The strongest force that you can prove
Is keeping thought and spirit free.



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Down! Push Up!

"Down! Push up!" — a stump was caught!
Such service is not worth a thought.
Be free in Spirit — that is all
No barracks chain can make you fall.



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MVD — Ministry of Inner Affairs

"Internal affairs" — they took the phrase literally:
With a mop they commit their brutality.
The new fascism was gladly embraced
By traitors who found in it profit and place.

A convenient feeding ground, a system of lies—
Wherever such darkness grows, evil survives.



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"We Are Above the Whole Wide World"

"We are greater than the world,"
Says the mafia family line.
Knowledge, Art, and Lyre are nothing—
Only pigs are supreme and fine.

The mind may seek the hidden truth,
The poet may create and sing;
But in the kingdom ruled by greed,
The pig becomes the highest king.



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The Highest One

"We are more than all the world"—
Mafia speaks with pride.
Truth and Lyre are empty words:
The pig is deified.



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The World's Backside

A "heroic" little brute
Kills the "enemy" today,
Making his own nation's backside
Grow by taking others' share away.

He calls destruction glory,
He calls conquest a success;
But every stolen piece of pie
Leaves only more emptiness.



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The World's Backside

A "heroic" fool today
Kills the "enemy" in sight,
Growing his country's backside
From another's stolen bite.



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



The Demon

Mercantile desire takes flight,
Ego swells beyond the height.
Mind in fragments, weighed and sold,
Mixed with madness, dark and cold.

Total lies — infernal press,
Through the media creeps distress.
Listening to the fool's loud cry
Turns the soul to pain and sigh.

Fear is always added on,
Bodies saved while truth is gone.
Selling conscience, twisting speech —
Helplessness is what they teach.

Thus the world becomes a ward,
Where absurdity is lord.
Empty promises of bliss
Lead the flock through forests of mist.

Clerics preach the lies of old,
Counterfeit truths bought and sold.
False science raises demons again,
Dark interpreters deceive men.

Schools prepare the mindless crowd,
Universities praise the proud.
Money, titles, ranks and fame —
All are fuel for the game.

Fall apart if rank is missed,
If ambition can't exist.
Obedience spreads like sickness wide,
Rotten manners dressed with pride.

To the enemy they bring a blade,
With slander sharp and traps well-made.
Those who enter halls of black
Seek power, wealth, and fortune's track.

Everywhere the mark of "demon" grows,
Honesty fades, corruption flows.
Without tears, without despair,
One can hardly breathe this air.

Through servility, through endless strain,
The hidden Demon rules the chain.
Behind the curtain of deceit,
The Spirit dies beneath defeat.

The final goal of Evil's scheme:
Turn mankind into a lesser being.
Through fear and habit, day by day,
The Demon steals the soul away.



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Armor-Piercing Alloy

"Do not be restless. Impatience is a luxury;
I will slowly gain my speed and rise.
With measured steps we'll enter the road ahead—
I have preserved my distance in my eyes."
— Osip Mandelstam, 1931


I shortened the distance that stood between,
Rejected detours, chose the path of danger.
The heat of passion, marching into battle,
Became my fuel; Clarity — my engine.

Clarity rising beyond all limits,
And words become like bombs and shells,
Like napalm striking through the concrete bunker
That bears the name of Human Thought itself.

The war goes on. The target of the enemy:
To turn the human spirit into beasts.
They hide behind hired hands and shadows,
Where means remain, but purpose has deceased.

The enemy conceals the final reason;
Only the tools of war are understood.
The whole Earth wanders lost in madness,
And none can flee the struggle against the dark.

Through Lies and Madness forms the army,
Advancing boldly against the lone and few.
Insanity conquers towns and cities,
Moving unseen, yet knowing what to do.

Poet, fire straight into the Madness—
Even if the battle is unequal.
Your greatest caliber is the power of the word:
The single, uncompromising **"No!"**

Let Rage and Clarity be joined together,
Forged into one unbreakable alloy—
An armor-piercing force of spirit
That breaks the walls of falsehood and decay.



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Sprayers

"Literature" — just empty games,
"Nation" and other hollow names.
Through endless praise and blind applause
Culture dies by hidden laws.

A little "critique" of daily news
Changes little in the views.
It only lets the pressure fade—
A steam valve in the masquerade.

The mainstream media’s poisoned art
Keeps shaping monsters from the start.
All writing serves as painted screens,
A mask that hides what truly means.

There are exceptions, very few,
Buried deep among the crew.
They cannot tear propaganda’s blade,
Only show the mess it made.

The filth still stinks. Through hired hands,
Through "sprayers" working by commands,
The unbearable stench is sweetened,
And traitors praised as noble, greeted.

Betrayal, selling, endless lies
Drag the mad world toward its demise.
Empty words make ears grow tired—
Yet crowds remain forever wired.

Any lie can be sold to the mass,
Any fear through minds can pass.
It is never hard to do
When reason turns to dust in you.

Corruption through the loss of mind
Is the genocide of spirit and kind.
For centuries the crimes of night
Have been dressed as law and right.

All "light" remains a declaration,
While punishment rules the nation.
Degradation has reached the sky—
Yet one direction: lower, fly.

The Sprayers of Decline proclaim
That falling down is Progress' name.
The costs of darkness, rot, and pain
Are called "sweet fragrance" once again.

No future waits, no hopeful road—
Only a Hell of endless load.
Yet in the darkest years they say:
"Wait for the manna. Wait and pray."

Of course, with different words they speak,
But the meaning stays the same and bleak:
"Just tolerate, endure, remain—
Tomorrow's miracle will come again."

Into Nothing, into nowhere,
They march in circles everywhere.
Still standing still, yet told to move—
"Stop! Go! Wait! Your fate will prove!"



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Trace Upon the Ray

A new F;hrer. Truth arrives—
Yet the fool believes the lies.
Once again he marches forth,
Finding shame or death henceforth.

History repeats its pain,
Fools will weep and curse again.
Once again their "life" is spent
Only serving false intent.

Serving lies and serving shame,
Calling evil "good" by name.
Serve the darkness, guard the skin—
While the media storms begin.

Goebbels' spirit rules the screen,
Culture bows to what has been.
The main goal: survive the night.
But a foolish bullet has no sight.

Once again a F;hrer speaks,
"Truth" is false, and reason leaks.
Fools believe the beastly voice;
Again they march by forced choice.

Only faces change their form—
Evil rules through every storm.
Fear and lies are weapons old;
Crowds remain both weak and cold.

With each new generation's birth
Deeper rots the human worth.
Genocide becomes the plan—
Still the "pioneer" believes the man.

Once again the F;hrer lies,
Once again the herd complies.
Then beyond the final door—
The Digital Camp of global gore.

Only few remain awake,
Those who guard their spirit's sake.
They do not mistake the Hell,
They have seen its nature well.

Let the crowd believe once more
The deceiver at the door.
The sensitive soul finds Light,
Walks toward Source beyond the night.

Introspection, critical mind—
Break the chains that Evil binds.
Everything is born within:
There the answer starts to begin.

To the offers of the dark,
Only "No!" becomes the spark.
Then the mind escapes the spell,
Leaves the madness called Hell.

Only traces will remain—
A thin mark upon the ray,
From the shelter of the herd,
From the misery where fear had stayed.



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Mind Beneath the Spirit

The roof collapses from the pressure
On a fragile, tired brain.
Overload has become the measure,
Failure follows endless strain.

Yet there is one forgotten detail:
Absurdity has reached the sky.
All this labor, all this struggle,
Serves no purpose passing by.

Into subtle chains we wander,
Hidden deep beneath the weight
Of obligations, dreams and duties,
Of ambitions sealed by fate.

This is the cross of broken ages:
Through absurdity they lose their mind.
Like a trial where a clever lawyer
Defends the truth he cannot find.

Smart in words, but serving illusions,
Proud of cunning, cold and sly—
When the Spirit is abandoned,
Madness always follows nigh.

Trickery and empty cleverness
Lead the mind into the herd.
Only Mind beneath the Spirit
Keeps its freedom from the word.

The mask and "cure" of CowID days
Revealed what people truly are:
Not the villain, but the creature
Following a guiding star.

The path toward Nothing still continues,
The whole world turned into a pen.
Life itself became a sentence,
Madness spreading among men.

Balance underneath the Spirit
Is the hardest road to choose.
Only then you will not become
A belly serving empty views.

Introspection and critical vision—
These are Soul's own alchemy.
Then comes unity with the Spirit,
First step: destroy deceit and tyranny.

The Soul itself will show the pathway;
All fixed recipes are dust.
Only those who dare and struggle
Reach the heights they truly must.



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Departure

Genocide. Shame. Fear and Lies.
Reason fades beneath dark skies.
Purest Spirit nearly gone,
Into the sewer drifts the dawn.

The mad obey the Evil tide,
Marching toward the void inside.
Step by step they disappear,
While the sensitive remain in fear.

Searching for a way to flee,
They slowly come to clarity:
Liberation will arrive
Through the entrance where the dead dreams thrive.

The entrance to this fragile world
Is foolishness, where minds are curled.
If Spirit is the highest guide,
Beyond the body lies the tide.

Into the unknown, beyond the frame—
A truthful path for Soul to claim.
It is madness to expect
Hope among the minds corrupted, wrecked.

A brief projection of the age:
Degradation fills the stage.
Then comes the final transformation—
Spirit leaves, not stagnation.

Spirit seeks the Spirit's source,
Beyond Hell's destructive course.
Or else the fate of those who sell
Their souls arrives from deepest Hell.

The Hell of Hell brings joy to fools
Who trust in New Age's broken rules;
Who live in madness, proudly blind,
And seek "the truth" through a shattered mind.

The madness grows infernal, vast;
The path through darkness cannot last.
Unless you leave through the inner gate,
And turn within before too late.

For there the hidden turn begins:
The road beyond the world of sins.
One final purpose, one true goal—
To leave this Hell and reach the Source of Soul.



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Clarity

Short and clear:
Life can be bright.
The greatest danger
Is losing the light.

If the realms of Hell
Seem perfectly well,
Becoming corrupt
Is easy enough.

The greatest deception:
No chains can be seen.
Slavery is freedom,
And all looks serene.

People are normal,
The mind is alright;
Yet madness infernal
Becomes common sight.

The world is surrounded
By Judas and lies.
Betrayal becomes labor,
Where obedience thrives.

They rule through the foolish,
Through weakness and greed;
They call selling courage,
And blindness a creed.

Honesty toward oneself
Is called something strange;
The pressure of crowds
Denies any change.

The voices keep saying
That life is a feast,
Not a funeral banquet
For Spirit and Reason deceased.

To follow the patterns
Of creatures who lie,
To bow before falsehood
And fear passing by,

To teach our descendants
To honor the base—
Is slowly to erase
The Soul from its place.

Life takes the Soul gently,
Step after step;
In an infernal world
Change cannot be kept.

CowID became a landmark,
A symbol of shame;
The measure of darkness
Rose higher again.

Keep Mind beneath Spirit,
Reject every chain.
Seek the Light within you,
Or suffer the same.

Short and clear:
The ending is grim.
Without inner searching,
The future grows dim.

The search is for the lonely,
The person apart;
Beyond the madhouse of madness
Lives the awakened heart.

Hell is the circle
Of lies without end.
The path is returning
To the Source again.

Back to the current
Of purest and true—
The endless bright river
Of Clarity through.