Утекающая жизДнь, Life Slipping By

Вразумленье дурака —
Эта ноша нелегка:
Надо двинутым слегка
Быть — не зырить свысока.



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Подлежащее, или Фашистская грамматика

Подлежащее страданью,
Всяким мерзостям, оно
Посреди Фашистской Срани
Действует, буравя Дно.




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Утекающая жизДнь

Три, и три, и три —
На часах. Смотри —
ЖизДнь уходит быстро:
Глядь, четвёрки. Числа
Всё не отражают,
Ведь мгновенья тают
В Забытьи обычно.
Впрочем, то привычно...



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Скрытный контроль

Привязать к мобиле
Интернет-ресурс:
До чего ж дебилий
Мир — силён искус,

Привязав, повадки
Изучив, вновь лгать.
На обман не падкий —
Просто КТО ТЫ знать.

КТО ТЫ, плюс повадки —
Дальше компромат.
Мир безмерно гадкий:
Честному шах, мат...




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Человечий уровень —
Разложенья стыд:
В Мраке стали шкурами —
Показал говнид.




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Ложь и покорность

"Сначала море – по колено, потом дерьмо – по уши".
Илья Родионов.


Море по колено,
По уши _дерьмо.
Всюду "перемены" —
Не растёт _само:
Дрожжи — Ложь, покорность —
Сытная среда.
Одолела Вздорность —
В море, господа!..



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Быдло. Стыдно за весь мир:
Чуткий неприметен, сир.
Черни — "новенький" кумир,
Износился коль до дыр
Старый пидор-мудозвон —
Вождь послушливых племён,
Раньше — "гений всех времён".
Пидор, раз служил ТВАРЬЮ,
Что сокрыто, и вовсю.
Не вовсю — то очень сложно:
Быстро сдохнет вождь подложный.




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— Гутен морген!
(Снова в _морге
Я проснулся).
— Здравствуй, _мир!
Завтрак. Где бесплатный сыр?!




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Autobiography

Tangent, cotangent, 
Sine — and the rest, 
All that odd nonsense 
I loved to test. 
Schooldays were flying, 
No need for trying — 
Math came like music, 
Easy and best.

Then came the Math faculty. 
Some fools, quite frankly, 
Crack at the first 
Hint of a task. 
I saw it through, 
Finished it too — 
Soviet chaos 
Was turning to dust.

I became a coder, 
Then law's intruder: 
No degree, no contacts, 
No patron, no guide. 
I learned how to earn, 
And never to turn 
A blind eye to rules 
That stupidity prized.

Greed joined with envy, 
The herd grew unsteady; 
Mammon was crowned, 
And the masses bowed down. 
I slipped into crime, 
But emerged just in time — 
A lawyer by trade, 
With firms I had made.

I built them up fast, 
Then watched them collapse. 
Till suddenly MGB 
Came knocking at my door. 
Not out of spite — 
Just business, all right — 
And that little venture 
Was no more.

Back to programming, 
While darkness was claiming 
The world once again 
With its filth and its lies. 
I couldn't endure it, 
Could no longer ignore it: 
I started writing songs 
To tear off the disguise.

Then came the verses, 
Their roots and purposes 
Simple and clear: 
To kill off decay. 
Death to corruption — 
My central eruption. 
In this shameless world 
That's my chosen way.

Only protest matters, 
While the whole world shatters. 
It tests what remains 
Of the spirit inside: 
Against soulless existence, 
Against dull acquiescence, 
Against crawling greed 
And the herd's foolish pride.

And I'll keep on writing, 
Through darkness and fighting. 
The rest can go rot — 
I don't give a damn! 
No more cheap rewards, 
No more golden lords: 
I spit on the trinkets 
Of this filthy scam!



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The Herd

The mob — the shame of all mankind. 
The keen and quiet fall behind. 
The rabble crowns a fresh-made king, 
When yesterday's old idol's spent 
And worn-out, threadbare, impotent.

The once-proclaimed immortal sage, 
The tribal chief, the people's rage, 
Who led the meek from age to age — 
A lackey serving monstrous lies, 
Concealing what the daylight cries.

To hide the truth is no small feat; 
The mask will crack, the fraud retreat. 
A counterfeit king cannot last — 
His borrowed reign will soon be past!



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To Teach a Fool

To make a fool see reason clear 
Is no light task, I fear, I fear. 
You must be slightly mad yourself — 
And never preach from some high shelf!



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To Teach a Fool

To make a fool see sense 
Takes madness, more or less. 
Be cracked a bit yourself — 
Don't preach from lofty shelves!



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Guten Morgen!

“Guten Morgen!” — bright and gay! 
(Back in the morgue — another day.) 
“Hello, dear world! What a delight!” 
Where's free cheese for breakfast? Bite!



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Lies and Submission

"First the sea is knee-deep — then you're drowning in shit."
— Ilya Rodionov


The sea is knee-high, 
Then shit reaches the sky. 
"Change" is everywhere — 
But nothing grows from air.

Lies are yeast, submission 
The soil for their fruition. 
Nonsense rules the tide — 
Come on in, gentlemen! Dive!



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The “Best” and What We NEED

Chasing what is “better” —
Years just drift away.
Then the truth comes later:
Bastards led astray!

“Best” is laced with poison,
Wrapped in lies and praised.
Everywhere promoted,
Everywhere displayed.

Think a little deeper —
What you NEED is there,
Waiting deep inside you,
Beyond the world's snare.

Seek it from the outside —
Lies will fill your head.
Follow every falsehood,
Live by what you're fed.

Truthfulness and conscience,
Sensitivity, too —
These are born within you,
The real core of you.

But the world's own story?
Filth and fear and blight.
Murky lies and horror —
Darkness without light.



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The Subject, or Fascist Grammar

Subjected to suffering, 
To every vile decree, 
It drills through Fascist filth, 
Down to the bottom's sea.



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Covert Control

Tie the web to your phone, 
Track your every move. 
What a clever world we've known — 
What a vile, deceitful groove!

Learn your habits, watch you closely, 
Lie again and lie some more. 
Not to trick you — just to know you, 
Who you are beneath the floor.

WHO YOU ARE, plus all your habits — 
Then the dirt comes tumbling down. 
What a rotten world of traps is this: 
Honest souls are checkmated now!



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Life Slipping By

Three and three and three — 
On the clock. Just see! 
Life is slipping faster — 
Four comes after, after.

Numbers never show 
How the moments go. 
Lost in dreams and daze, 
Life just slips away.

Still, it's nothing new — 
That's what we're used to.



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The Human Level

Humanity in shame, 
Decay has claimed its name. 
In darkness, stripped of pride, 
CowID showed what's inside.





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