The Global Asylum

An asylum—it's not dreaming,
You've been trapped here since your birth.
Hope of reason? Faint and fleeting—
Cops and media prove its worth.

Schools will aid the mind’s corrosion,
Dumbed-down drones are their design.
"Faith," a servant of coercion,
Crushes every spark inside.

Madmen's howls—self-termination,
"Plague" and panic seal our fate.
CowID showed the grand foundation—
Genocide will close the gate...



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The Global Asylum

An asylum—learn to love it,
Or you’ll suffer, torn apart.
Seek the HIGHER? Doom’s above it—
"Allah’s wrath" will pierce your heart.

Madmen fill the city sectors,
Wards of folly, lost in haze.
Not compliant? Sick’s the vector—
Wars and "plagues" will set the phase.

Sanity is near-extinction,
Barely few can truly see.
Madness leads to self-destruction—
Culling all in apathy.

Streets lie silent, void of thunder,
No revolt, no rebel spark.
Obedient, the herd drifts under,
Falling meekly to the dark.



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"Liberation"

They break the chains—yet soon, another
Will rise to rule, to claim his throne.
And fools believe, time after time:
"Here comes the Light! We're free! It's done..."



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The Prison

A mind confined,
A fortress blind,
Where hollow lies
Consume the soul—
And all that’s left
Is rot and cold.
But hear your Heart—
It knows the road!



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Supreme Effort

The highest league—
No books will guide.
No one to follow—
Go to the edge, or die.



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Sword and Shield

A shield, a sword—defense in place
For genocide’s triumphant race.
None shall rest, none shall hide,
While monsters rule with wicked pride.

They've trapped the fools, the weak, the blind,
Who lost all honor, crushed their mind.
Stay away from twisted herds—
Obedient slaves to evil words.

Take no part in their grand scheme,
A world deranged—a madman’s dream.



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The Proud "Rise"

I rose up strong—no more to crawl!
Yet soon lay down, a change so strange...
Now kicking me is twice as easy—
With cheerful force, as if it's fate.



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The State’s "Care" for the Weak

Don’t reach for aid—don’t play their game,
Or you’ll be marching to your grave.
Beg for scraps—they’ll wave the flag,
Then cast the helpless to their fate.



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The "Consciousness" of the Mob

An amoeba’s mind—so hollow, so weak...
The next stage? Germs—they follow, they seek.
Their guides? The laws of fascist chains,
That lead to rot, decay, and shame.

But if you stand, refuse to kneel,
A traitor to their crooked deal—
Then to the soulless, blind, and numb,
You are the guilt they’re hiding from.



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The Death of Art

Art’s profaned—just hollow pleasure,
Not a path to Light or truth.
Drenched in filth, it warps the spirit,
Feeds the madness, fuels the noose.

Darkness drives the twisted vision,
Lost is art that dares to heal.
No more muses, no more answers,
Only echoes cold and still.

Few remain—unseen, unheard,
Crushed beneath a mindless herd.
Science rots, and art decays,
While the soulless world obeys.

Now all fades—no depth, no feeling,
Greed's dominion leaves no trace.
Sensitivity is dying…
Armageddon takes its place.



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A "Sip of Freedom"

A sip of freedom laced with poison,
Half-truths and half-measures blend,
Essence of lies, in every portion—
Drink up, young pioneer, till the end!



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Police Dramas  

Police shows—like Soviet syrup,  
Sticky, slow, and dull in tone.  
They need a drink to wake them up,  
To snap out of their endless drone.  

Immigrants all say it clear,  
The Soviet’s back, it’s here to stay.  
No need for talent, just the fear,  
As lies oppress and lead astray.  



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Filth  

"Simple is worse than theft."
—Proverb


Filth is praised as joy, not sin,  
Purity's called "simple"—win!  
They claim it’s worse than stealing gold,  
Perverting nature, truth’s grown cold.  

Generations follow suit,  
The obedient fool now absolute.  
A twisted norm—what's left to save?  
As horned "god-father" digs the grave.  

He turns the Earth to Hell’s domain,  
A corrupt majority reigns in vain.



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The Scavenger Good

Robin Hood was good, no doubt,
But true wealth is in the mind.
Few will take the hard way out—
Wade through filth the vile left behind.

Darkness crowned the fools as kings,
Blinding reason, spreading blight.
Now the stench of evil clings,
Drowning wisdom out of sight.

Let a New Hood rise and fight,
Sweeping lies from where they brood!
Rot and falsehood choke the light—
Oh, how shameless creatures feud...



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Goebbels' media all around,

The **** have crushed the world, unbound,
And the obedient fool
Falls, used up, as a mere tool.

CowID, the war, and soon,
The digital death camp's doom,
Cities fall beneath their reign,
Crushing moths in endless strain.



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Iron Man

Swimming’s better, when you can,
Than running on a hard terrain—
The road is tough, but water’s span
Is always soft, a gentle gain.

With running, micro-injuries,
You’ll often face, no matter what,
But after, bliss is hard to seize—
And that’s not always a sure shot.

Run too much, swim too long—
A combo’s not the perfect art;
Better drift, if metal’s wrong,
When weary steel begins to part.



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Upside Down

The world is long since turned around,
"Up" is just a heap of sound.
Who speaks of this, without a care,
Will find themselves in flames laid bare.



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Patriotism

The crap is OURS!
Be proud, stand tall!
That sour curd,
Turns into gall.

That sour curd,
Is the nation’s mind.
Strike! Not ours!
To the flames, we bind!



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Cycling and Beyond

Climb the hill—there’s no one near,
The descent’s empty, or so it’s clear.
The ones ahead don’t even see,
The group is small—just fly and be free!

And life’s the same—false peaks arise,
Then crash, as you fall from the skies.
So go alone, and you will find,
Where the Top is, and where’s behind.



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Nonsense

Nonsense rules the world today,
Growing bolder, come what may.
And the people, less than kind,
Darkness spreads, with twisted mind...



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Delusional Independence

Independence… Do you believe,
You fool, in this, so naive?
This world’s a fiery, hellish place,
Who rules it? Silence fills the space.

CowID showed the cruel truth clear,
No nations left, just void and fear.
Fools are lost in lies they spread—
The ones that lead to thoughts of dread.



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The Power of Darkness and Its Changing REGIMES

A regime built on lies, it stands,
Once swept away, more lies demand,
Laying the base for chains anew,
Yet call it tyranny—nothing true.

"Republic" is the word they use,
To hype their "reforms" in the news.
"Reforms" are masks, while deep beneath,
Dark power reigns—who needs belief?

"Parliaments" in the CowID age,
With mouths of filth, in their dark cage,
They sit in silence, all comply,
To creatures' rule—no questions why.



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Prison of the body, soul’s despair,
The mind, like chains, is trapped in snare!
From here, escape with all your might:
No peace—just hopelessness in sight.



--- Total 23 poems. ---

The Ideology of Slaves

"You have also seen, being present in person,
the Lord’s death on the Cross, which He humbly accepted..."
— Commentary on the Epistle of James.


To meet one's death without a fight,
Forgiving all—this is the creed.
Its goal is clear: to breed a wight
Who bears abuse and calls it need,

Submits to any tyrant’s will.
This slave-born faith—a wretched lie,
A trick for fools, a bitter pill,
A cage where truth is left to die.



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Born in Hell, You Do Not Live

Born in Hell—you rot, not thrive,
Mind and spirit left deprived.
Only raze this Hell to dust,
Or we all will turn to rust.

CowID showed the grand decay,
Greed and madness rule the day.
Yet if cash is all we crave,
Rotten things won't get to stay.

Now the Cataclysm is near,
Wiping out blind fascist fear,
Crushing down the world’s facade—
Built for minds forever flawed.



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Farewell, Fascism

Farewell, fascism—I have dwelled
With you since birth till old and gray.
Brief dreams of “joy” can’t overwhelm
The total madness of your sway.

Like fish adrift in boundless seas,
The dull crowd drifts toward the void,
Too blind to see the filth, the ******
That fascist "norms" have long destroyed.

Against all Nature stands this blight,
This rotten filth, depraved and vile.
But fate will set the balance right—
The truth will purge deceit and guile.

So few are worthy of this land,
So few deserve the right to stay.
They never join, they never stand—
Their fate is death. And so—away…



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Gloom

The ticking clock now speeds its chime—
Not outside, but deep inside.
The world is lost in fears and grime—
Seek the truth where souls reside.

The time is short—no pause, no stay,
So hurry, break the dark’s embrace.
Awake from gloom without delay,
Or let your soul dissolve in waste.



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"Connecting" "yeast"

"Rose from knees"—then fell in slime,
Yeast of chains will rise in time.
Once they spread it through the fields,
Now it's all the nation yields.

Brains replaced—just wait and see,
Fools grow strong like some disease.
To this filth, a sacred brew,
Yeast of chains will serve as fuel.

Reason here can’t stand its ground,
Like a lily sinking down,
Like a man in spotless white
Drowned in filth, bereft of light.



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The Tyrant’s Wrong

The tyrant’s wrong,
But all along,
The filth will always rise on top—
And crush all reason till it stops...



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Death to Thought!

She shakes her curves—a million views.
A fool won’t read, won’t even choose
To glance at verse—so here’s the doom:
Just ban it all—death to thought’s bloom!



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The Old Tale of CowID, Told Again

CowID at a race—how strange...
Did athletes never fall before?
At peak, the body's in a range
Where balance wavers at its core.

A "diagnosis" drawn with ease—
The fiends have hatched a grand deceit,
A "global clinic" built to please,
Where lies are branded as a treat.

Their rule repeats the same old fraud,
Decay and madness flood the land.
Corruption spreads, the times are odd—
Yet still, they tighten their command.



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Fools on the Road to Hell

These fools obey the “holy” laws,
Submit to lies, embrace the dark.
They call all barriers to cause
The guiding lights, the sacred marks.

Yet down that road, through filth and grime,
They march as Hell unfolds ahead.
They bless the stench and call it prime,
While fiends deceive their empty heads.

The greater lies, the more they cheer,
Cursing those who fall behind,
Shielding fragile hides from fear,
Lest a doubt may scorch their mind.

The final turn—a sign appears:
"CowID" is written bold and bright.
They'll name it "Heaven" without tears,
And mask Hell’s shame in holy light.



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Inflating Lies

They'll sell you “life that never ends”—
Just don’t complain—obey, be still.
Saint Peter, holding keys, will send
The final sum to match the bill.

Ignore the rules? Then off to Hell—
That’s justice, pure and straight, they claim.
Only sheep through slaughter’s spell
Can reach their Heaven, led by shame.

Yet souls are butchered all the same
When slaves endure without a spark,
When blind submission feeds the game—
Deceit, the priesthood’s ruling mark.

The priest, the goat in power’s guise—
They pour their falsehoods in your ears.
Dare to doubt? You won’t suffice—
The herd rejects what it fears.

Alone you'll stand, but through the night
A deeper truth will light your way.
If you are fearless, keen in sight,
Their hollow lies won’t make you sway.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Headlong to the Rift

Headstrong fool, heedless rush!
Doubt is cast aside!
Madmen cheer, they love the crush—
Frenzy is their guide.

Crave success? It's a dream,
All your hopes will rot.
Every effort feeds the scheme
Of those who raze the lot.

Duped again—what a joke!
Fiends will twist your fate.
Every impulse—rash and broke—
Drowns in lies and hate.

Greed and fear take the lead,
Drowning truth in mud.
All that’s left is filth and need,
Flesh and soul both flood.

Charge ahead—meet the fall,
Sink into the pit.
And beneath that lowest wall,
They’ll make you the nit.



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The Cure for Crisis

"No day without a line,"—a plea,
Though nerves may snap, just let it be.
No flattery for fools—stand tall,
Or sink into the worst of all.

No crisis comes if you stay true,
Face your own depths with honest view.
Thus, you shall keep your spirit bright,
And let the Lyre blaze with light.

This cure is bitter—hard to take,
But saves your soul from false and fake.
Its fire burns the waste away,
So creativity can stay.



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"Titanic" in Filth

Through fascist foul waters
The Titanic will drown.
Not ice slits its quarters—
But lies drag it down.

The best in all people—
That ship, torn apart.
No hope for a savior—
No "Chosen" to start.



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Soviet Nomenklatura

Culture and power—worlds apart,
So art is shackled, forced to fade.
No food for soul, no food for heart,
As thought is left to rot and jade.



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Personality: Hysteria

Reason’s lost, emotions flare,
Logic? None—it’s norm to err.
Cycles feed the wicked prize:
Rot prevails, and virtue dies.



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A Cat Won’t Wag

A cat won’t wag its tail around—
It holds it high with pride.
No barks or howls will shake the ground—
Just dignity inside.



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No Shelter Left

No more burrows—doom is near,
When the mind is dull and drear.
Burrows plenty—"science," lies,
Fake religions, greed in ties.

"Economics" built for slaves,
Rage and rudeness—empty waves.
Blind obedience, stubborn stance—
None will give a fighting chance.

In the end, there’s no defense—
Solar Doom will claim us hence.



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Breeding Idiots

A question—wrong.
The answer—dumb.
And all along—
Another numb.



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Rumors and Media

Like flies, the rumors swarm and stick,
Dumping filth on fools real quick,
Layered thick to cloud the mind,
Crushing thought in dirt confined.

And through the media they spread,
Each one dumber than the last.
No way out—just burn it dead,
Watch it rise again as fast.



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Wishful Lies

Desires and lies are tightly entwined—
"For fools, the best!" the fiends proclaim.
Yet all that they spawn is brutal and blind,
Just one more step in Hell’s own flame.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

The Stinking Pit

Hey, Capone, just pour a shot!
As the Days of Filth run hot,
That brute’s kinder, I confess,
Than a traitor’s sly finesse.

CowID and warfare—what a sight!
But the gangsters **** a mite,
While corruption claims its due—
Cops and doctors slay us too.

Worse than bullets in the head
Is a soul that’s left for dead.
Fascists have a simple creed:
Make the world too dumb to read.

Find a mind? Good luck, my friend!
Rot and ruin—there’s no end.
Crushed by lies, we drown in spit:
Earth’s become a stinking pit.



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Tanks Don’t Fear the Mud

Tanks don’t fear the mud and rain,
Dream of mines at night in vain.
Brave tank crews, so bold and eager,
Hear the call—attack grows bigger.

Fueled by LIES, they charge ahead,
Till they join the countless dead.
Scrap will melt, while sheep obey,
And foul fascism stays to stay.



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Schrödinger’s People

Schrödinger’s cat just longs to see
Her fellow trapped in mystery.
Yes or no—she’s had enough,
This experiment is rough.

Pseudo-science runs the show,
Preaching nonsense, loud and proud.
Like a priest who claims to know,
Shoving madness in a shroud.

Cat’s in the box—so are we all,
Fools revealed by **** so small.
Death comes later, slow but sure,
Poison’s drip is never pure.

God will lift the lid one day,
See the trick—no truth, just play.
What’s inside? Hell’s burning glow,
For our Doom was man-made woe.



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Twerk Away—You’re Pure Perfection!

A million views—your dance is fire!
But poems? No one will admire.
The crowd just craves a mindless thrill,
While art is left to rot and chill.



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Label People

Labels race at breakneck speed,
Struggle? Sure—but they proceed.
**** love contests, and their game
Wipes out sense and shifts the frame.

Hell or hardship? Who can tell?
Push ahead and ride through hell!
Trophies shine—no time to think,
Just line up, obey, don’t blink.

Planned is every next event,
Keeps the masses dull, content.
Winners rise, the crowd’s enthralled,
While the masters lurk in thrall.

Bread and circus—same old sight,
Mindless fools chase hollow light.
Eyes locked only on the goal,
Lost their thoughts, but kept their role.



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The Fashion of Fools

Trendy waves corrode and drain
Talent, wallet, taste, and brain.
Yet a fool will proudly claim
It’s a simple, harmless game.

Not just clothing—trends consume
Mind and spirit, warp and doom.
Echoed nonsense fills the air,
Idiots repeat—don’t care.

Trends and patterns are the same,
Fashion stamps out thought with shame.
Branded cattle walk in line,
Marked by fools who call it fine



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Beware of Fools

There’s no reason—none at all—
To let a fool inside your wall.
Stay away from brainless swine—
They’ll just waste your precious time.

Mediocrity will drain,
**** your strength and dull your brain.
Nurture brightness, sharp and free,
Or a fool is what you’ll be.



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Shameful Deeds

What once was shame is now the norm,
Corruption thrives in perfect form.
The mob’s been led to crave disgrace—
It’s bottomed out without a trace.



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Hollow Cravings

We crave too much—our souls wear thin,
Lost in passion, drowned in sin.
Chasing wants that have no weight,
Trapped in foolish schemes of fate.



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Persistent Vulgarity

Vulgarity will find a way,
It creeps through cracks—it’s here to stay.
Yet all its care, both sharp and small,
Is just itself and nothing more.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

You look in a book and you see a fig

You read a book—yet find a fig,
For that’s the game, the oldest trick.
Not just years, but ages long,
Censorship has ruled what's wrong.

Darkness won’t let truth shine bright,
Blinding minds to **** the light.
So for ages, pen to drawer—
Freedom crushed by those in power.

Fear breeds self-censorship still,
Wounds the arts far worse than will.
And of all who bow and kneel,
Literature leads the zeal.

Thus, it feeds the beast’s demand,
Molded by a wicked hand.
Eat the fig—what’s left for you?
Just a fruit that’s rotten through.



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You're your own critic

No "literary scene" in sight,
So cast your doubts and serve what's true—
Let Honor be your guiding light,
Let Reason be the judge in you.

Your critic, prize, and voice—you own,
Your reader and your harshest foe.
In art alone is peace well known,
Please crowds, betray yourself—sink low.



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Asymptomatic sheep virus and another hippopotamus clap

Symptom-free, we’ll all get sick—
Swallow lies and learn the trick.
Dare not fight, just nod and stay,
Bleating in the pen each day.

Beasts will jab us, drown in fear,
Dumb the minds and souls we bear.
Poisoned news and terror spread,
Truth is lost, just fear instead.

From the pen into the camp,
Where the cross and flag are stamped—
Marks of "care" from soulless hands,
Crushing what was once the land.

Whips of darkness strike us fast,
Drink up now—who knows how long we last?
TV sludge will dull the mind,
"Ours are right," and so we’re blind.



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Forced and joyless—won’t achieve,
That’s how fools themselves deceive.
Twisting nature, they betray,
Losing all along the way.

Pain and joy must intertwine—
That’s what makes creation shine.
Fools bring filth and crude excess,
Talent weaves pure wondrousness.



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A chain on your neck—just a link cut short,
Yet still the same old slavish sort.
A symbol dressed to look refined,
But slaves stay slaves, just more designed.



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A tie’s the mark of slaves in chains,
Yet fools don’t see—it's all in gains.
Their "thoughts," desires, every goal—
All consumed by rot and dole.



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I'm leaving for Burkina Faso,
For here it's all just rot and hassle.
The filth has spread, the fools have won,
I’ve had enough—it's time to run.

I’d rather live with crocs and lions,
At least they’re true, without the lying.
But fools are worse, their swarms will smother,
And crush us all to praise another.

The beasts "care"—a twisted fable,
With poison shots at every table.
They stir up wars, they spread the lies,
Feed fear until all reason dies.

And so remains just rot and grime,
A mindless swamp, a wasted time.



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Rise up and think! The truth is twisted,
Not as the Beasts of Evil claim.
The world’s a mess—how unrealistic!
A test for those who bow in shame.

But don’t be one! Let spirit guide you,
And raise it to the highest tier.
Resist the dark, let courage drive you,
Or live a life of lies and fear.



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Where are critics, lost in lies,
Drowning deep in mad disguise?
Worshipping old Shakespeare’s name,
Driving Lear to endless shame?



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Religious crap – it’s always hot,
A tool to keep the slaves in spot.
They preach their "grace" to keep control,
To chain the body, bind the soul.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Grandpa Frost or Devil’s Scheme?

Grandpa Frost is no fool, listen—
He's the devil in disguise.
You won’t sense a real mission—
Just a beard and kind old eyes.

Gifts he brings to keep you merry,
That’s the trick he plays so well.
NEW YEAR comes—but times don’t vary,
Same old game, the same old spell.

Chains of slavery won’t shatter,
They’ll just get a fresh design,
Spiced with filth—the devil’s pattern,
Mastermind of all that’s vile.



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Witch Hunt: Then and Now

If it’s strange—must be "infection".
Once they called it "evil's breath."
Both are means of mind’s subjection,
Ruled by fiends who deal in death.

Witches burned—today they drug us,
Same old story, same old fate.
Fools they were, but now among us
Live the brutes who breed blind hate.

Three in four—like sheep they follow,
Drowning deep in filth and lies.
Doctors now play gods so hollow,
Satan laughs and rolls the dice...



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Changes in Total Slavery

Chains are changing—same old story:
Trade for dust, then rot in glory.
Now they build a sterile cage,
Digital, to rule the age.

Chip implanted—no possession,
Every move under suppression.
Crowds don’t think, they kneel and bend,
Worship filth until the end.

Brains are outlawed—"AI"’s preaching,
Guiding swine with soulless teaching.



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Big Apple

“Friends” — the show we know so well,
Where wage slaves in cages dwell.
Cramped apartments, lives confined,
Yet their fate seems unmaligned.

Flirt and chatter, ***** and laughter,
Fill their nights, but what comes after?
Worn-out paths, the spirit’s numb,
Trapped in loops that leave them dumb.

In the “center of creation,”
Apple’s name—a proud ovation.
Yet it’s bleak, so dull, so hollow—
Trudging slaves with nights so shallow...



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Changes in a Nonsensical World

Absurdity—a fortress tall,
No way to break, just skirt the wall.
Yet Stupidity breaks through,
To build a new one—stronger too.

Where Rudeness binds like solid glue,
And mass dumbdown comes into view.
Inside those walls, the fools will cheer,
As ruin draws forever near.

No waiting long—the purge is set,
The filth has shown the endgame yet.



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"Stability Is a Mark of Skill"

They praise stability—so wise,
Yet nature thrives in waves that rise.
For waves won’t fit in rigid lines,
And "life" resists their forced confines.

No cycle flows the same as past,
No chart can hold a surge so vast.
Thus, talent seems a foolish sight
Among dull faces, locked in night.



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Cave People

The grind of boredom beats "belief,"
For near the cave, built on deceit,
Rise the temples, false yet grand,
Preaching chains to rule the land.



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"Bright Horizon"

Twisted faces, cold and grim—
Drunken butchers, soaked in sin.
After torture, after lead,
Marching where the fools are led.

Step by step, they guide the blind,
Slaughter’s fate already signed.



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The Oldest Profession

A cave-age cop came long before
The ******* of fabled lore.
Yet lies persist, they twist the past—
Deceit for fools, spun deep and vast.



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Futile Toil

Toil grinds the mind to dust,
Paves the road for fools to trust.
Bricks of hell they proudly lay,
Calling it a brighter day.

Oh, how well the fiends deceive—
Lies so grand, the fools believe!



--- Total 10 poems. ---

From Dust to Dust, or the Road to a New Hell

Tinsel glitters, empty glare,
Fear and falsehood choke the air.
Time to leave—no turning back,
Dust to dust, from dust to black.

Dust to dust—this Hell decays,
Yet a New Hell waits ahead.
There, the Super-Fiends will reign,
Super-Lies and Super-Dread.

Hellish Spheres breed vipers vile,
Spawning monsters, goal in sight.
Even Satan, bored with style,
Leaves this Hell—it lacks in blight.

Thus, the path to Hell anew
Is the law none shall repeal.
Fools still trust the lies as true,
Worship chains and call them real...



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The Scavenger Good

Robin Hood was good, no doubt,
Stealing gold to spread about.
Yet the greatest wealth, you see,
Lies in minds that struggle free.

Darkness crowned the fools supreme,
Drowning reason, dimming light.
Now the world’s a filthy stream—
Evil’s waste has clogged the sight.

Clearing lies, unmasking fraud,
That’s the task for one anew.
Robin Hood must rise abroad—
Monsters lie too well, too true...



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******

******: jelly in his skull,
Lies swell thick—a tumor dull.
Fear runs boiling to his crown,
Madness marks him, sinking down.



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The Stool

Garbage heaps are spreading,
Land and sea decay.
Minds, like sponges, treading
Trash in disarray.

Worse inside the masses—
Madness takes its rule.
'Neath the Horned One’s glasses,
World becomes a stool.



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Fake Diseases

Coughing? Panic—
CowID it is.
Ears are ringing?
That’s the "AIDS."

— Hippo-clap, where does it spread?
— Not down there—it's in your head...



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— Hannah plus Trevor?
— Oh sure, it is "love"...
Till the cup runneth over—
Then push comes to shove.



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The Mire of a Servile World

The watchdog of Hell guards not its gates,
But shackles the minds to their lowly fates.
Trapped in the madness, they bow and obey—
What is this Hell?—Just fools in array.

Rotting in darkness, denied the right
To shape their truth, to share their light.
Fed with delusions from cradle to grave,
Drowning in mire, too broken to brave.



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No Path Through Delirium

No way out through fevered haze—
Wake up now, for heaven’s sake!
Stop believing shameless lies—
They will drag you to the grave.

Quit your whining, dreams won’t save—
Only ropes are left to wave.
War and CowID made it plain:
This world sank beneath the drain.



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Seas of sorrow, peaks of lies,
Serve the fiends—be blind, comply.
Tread that path, and soon you’ll see—
Hell awaits a wretch like thee.



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Too most fell for liars' game—
Vile beasts still play the same.
Now the world’s a reeking pit,
Where madmen proudly sit.



--- Total 10 poems. ---