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The City

Corruption took a different shape —
It oozed like concrete mortar,
And hardened into glass and stone —
Behold: the city’s order.

This city’s built to see you dead —
Its core is rot and poison.
The herds obey with empty heads,
No minds, no will, no voices.

True thought and boldness? Only there —
In films of bleak seduction.
Cash rules, and all the rest’s hot air,
So dreams meet swift destruction.

If you refuse to serve and sell
Your mind to filthy swine —
If lies and praise of filth repel —
You won’t survive its line.



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City of ****

The city's built on lies and rot —
Obey, betray — or you are not.



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Stimulating Salivation of the ****** Population

Salivation’s rising —
That’s the daily goal:
Teach the herd to swallow
Garbage by the bowl.

Fresh new slop is flooding —
Open wide, you freak!
You deserve this mudslide
If you call it chic,

If you take the ninth wave
Of lies as holy bread,
Lick this fascist butchery,
Praise what keeps you fed.

Genocide and dinner —
All in one, you see.
Welcome to rock bottom:
Idiot as decree.

That’s the proud conclusion.
Now the **** holds sway.
God has left this planet —
Filth runs it today.



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Rodents and Chips

Chip and Dell are rushing in —
Time to drill into your head.
Neural ports are now the skin,
Weak and useless if not fed.

Lie to mice without delay,
No unplugging, no reprieve —
**** straight into their brain, and pray,
As Hell prepares to take its leave.



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The Reality of Fascist Regimes

The Regime’s reality?
Insanity on blast.
They rule through pure brutality —
The country breaks so fast.

Each crisis is designed in full,
Pre-scripted, well-prepared,
By traitors in their cushy roles —
Vice-chairs and creeps who dared

To push the genocide ahead,
Unleashing planned collapse,
While people chew the verbal ****
These scumbags feed en masse.

That **** replaces fridges now —
No food, just slogans stink.
The herd’s too dumb to wonder how
They’re tricked with doublethink.

A fascist rule, through and through,
Yet branded "kind" and "just".
One slick-tongued snake steps out of view —
Another comes. Disgust.



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Demons from the Brainwash Box

Hysterical demons scream from the screen —
Don't watch too long… then switch it back on.
They’re real-life crazies — no in-between —
Yet hold the keys to every *****.

The idiots' gaze is blurred and blind —
The hosts, the critics — full-on insane.
But when lies pour in and you're dulled in mind,
It all seems normal. Rot eats the brain.

The crazies and viewers — no dissonance here,
The editor’s loony, the tone’s psychotic.
Fear and falsehoods, shrill and sincere —
The whole **** thing’s demonic, neurotic.

The madness now hits such a pitch,
You can feed them any rot — they’ll swallow.
You can't cure the herd, they're too far gone —
Nine-tenths already in the hollow.

This isn’t a “society” — it’s rot. It’s a ward.
A global asylum, well underway.
If you’re smart — you're a threat. If you're dumb — adored:
A slave-link in chains, to obey and obey.



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Clouds of Lies

A f*ck-ton of *******,
A thick, sickening cloud
Of total deceit —
Goebbels would be proud.
Now it’s worse than ever,
Lies like poisoned steam,
Foam of mass delusion
In the builder’s scheme.

Hard to break the sealing —
You’re imprisoned tight.
**** in charge is dealing
Fascism in daylight.

Putler’s just a clone,
******’s comeback show.
Cretinism's grown —
Now it runs the flow.

Crowds have lost all reason,
Staring into screens.
Even magic genies
Can’t fix shattered beings.



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Vegetables

They fear the veggies might rebel —
So Cipollino’s getting banned.
The creatures purge with eager hands —
Even Pinocchio won’t sell.

The age of wonder’s dead and gone —
These ******* took it all by force.
And fools now praise their foul discourse,
Call all this filth “the rising dawn.”

The "nation" worships every fraud,
Still dreams of Führers and cheap loans.
While modern Goebbels types applaud
And crush the minds, and break the bones.



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Circles of Hell

Rock bottom’s shattered — smashed to dust.
Below it lies a deeper pit:
A brand-new Hell, where lies are just
The rules, and filth is top-grade ****.

Dante's tales have come alive —
Seventh ring… or is it eight?
We rolled into this dive and strife,
Headfirst into a twisted fate.

No mind left — just open sores.
No life — just rot and choking gas.
And what’s the end? Pure fascist ******,
A herd of sheep and brainless mass.



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"Brave New World"

A “brave new world” of orders,
Idiocy and “care.”
Stay ready for the *******’ orders —
Become their dumb, blind square.

The fascists promise “care” —
They’ll jab their slaves with junk.
These silver-tongued despots dare
To lead the fatal funk.

Build your own world — stand alone —
Or they’ll dispose of you.
If smart and spiritual — prone
To think — you won’t break through.



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Infernal Roundabout

Fast trains spinning ‘round and ‘round —
The CowID dance of hell.
Once healer, now you’re just a hound,
A crawling filthy shell.

You joined the **** in wicked streams,
From fake-AIDS to this game,
No glory, little pay for schemes —
The *******’s price is shame.

Your conscience crushed, long dead and gone,
You march with filth in line.
Together to the depths you’re drawn —
The devil’s dance divine.



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In Hell

Don’t expect care from fascism’s hand,
Nor think Hell’s pain is just by chance:
It’s legacy of traitors’ brand,
A slave’s vile, rotten circumstance.

You’re born at war, no mercy shown.
The meaning in this Hell’s to fight.
Though two-thirds **** around have grown —
You stand alone — resist the blight.



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The End is Coming

A fox-fur coat,
A palace, gold and glow —
Won’t save your skin —
The end will show.

Write your poems,
Better curse them loud —
Too many traitors —
The end’s a ******* cloud.



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The Double ****

Putler’s double, **** and slime,
Waging wars and CowID crime.
Filthy mouthpiece, Kremlin’s tool —
Where conscience dies, they rule the fool.

In minds and souls, a frozen glaze,
The herd is easy prey to lies.
They multiply the rotten schemes —
All else ignored, no hope redeems.



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The Sail and TNT Reserve

Strike true — that’s ironclad, they say,
But what if aim’s a crooked game?
Critical thought will light the way:
You’ll see the world’s a restless flame.

Only bursts of pure creation
Can brighten all this endless gloom.
Though breakthroughs come in rare vibration,
They’re better than the choking doom.

All lies and sludge in madness swirl —
Yet shards of truth may still be found.
Believe the Lyre’s blood-stained twirl,
Its song of pain and sacred sound.

Now’s the time for one big blast —
Blood poisoned deep, the search refined.
Trust only intuition’s mast —
The Spirit’s sail: its course aligned.



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Death for Death

A filthy plague —
The universe’s shame —
Descended to the Earth,
And spread its deadly flame.

Centuries roll by —
Of shame and slavery’s chain.
No end yet seen
To this vile reign.

The river’s dried —
The free spirit’s gone.
The pain is deep.
Flies swarm on.

Dark clouds of terror
Hover overhead,
On soil still fresh,
Though covered in dread.

They bring from above
A ruthless death,
So close, so fierce —
Hell’s hardened breath.

But hell’s hard ground
Is just a show —
It can be wiped out,
If your hand won’t slow —

To die with it.
The shameful ages
Will sink away.
Though the path is harsh,
Follow the way:

Death for death.
Though the cost is great,
The cycle falls —
Genocide’s fate.



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The Universal “Brother”

The great Melton, “Uncle Styopa,”
A cousin, godfather, just before,
Promoted now — the Universal Brother —
Ruling us with force and hollow lore.

Universal — yes, for countries, towns
Are just barracks, cages, nothing more.
Muzzles on cattle everywhere,
Show clearly: you’re in a fake land’s core.

A land where only total fools breathe free,
Where only fascist **** run wild.
He keeps men scared, half proud but crushed,
Before the thugs who rule the wild.

The price of “pride” is a stinking *** —
Lies for guarantees, a freedom joke.
No more absurdity — not a bullet,
Just less comfort for the bloated folk.

The world’s a herd of cattle now,
Driven meat for demons’ feast.
And only one way out remains:
Blow it up — burn down the beast.

If you’re just meat, then who gives a ****
How big the fire’s rage will be?
Better one that wipes it clean —
Erases shame, decay, debris.

No options left to take instead:
Only Fire to burn the lying world,
The spawn of Evil, idiot’s god —
Where twisted lies and madness swirl.



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The Inevitable Death of Pinocchio

Once lived Pinocchio
In a land of fools.
The wooden puppet
Faced few cruel rules.

But his long nose
Couldn’t fit the mask.
That milk-faced kid
Got caught in the task.

Better had he caught a plague,
A heavy, nasty blight —
Lost his nose at once,
But that’s a gentler plight.

Fake doctor, cop —
Not fox or cat:
In a single moment
They’ll send him flat.

A vaccine for nothing
Will strike him down dead.
So many hidden poisons
He never once read.

In this cattle chaos,
Long noses don’t last.
You’ll die — no questions —
No foes, just fast.



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Turn Back from the Gates!

Reason fights and struggles hard
Within the cage called “I.”
Feeding ravenous darkness —
The crow’s unyielding cry.

Still it hopes for saving grace:
A messiah to arrive.
But nothing changes by itself —
From Heaven’s gates, turn and dive!

The world convulses, foul and broke,
The enemy’s in the mind, not doors.
The end is bleak, a bitter yoke —
Degrade, dissolve, disorder roars.

Feeding like cattle to the ****,
The ravenous fiends prevail.
Humans fall for stupid lies —
Once more they fail the tale.

Though humans? No — like beasts, enslaved,
Yoked under crushing load.
And only worse will come ahead —
All dragged down into the mud.

One choice remains: burn all this mess —
Defy the weight of pain,
Forge hellish flames to cleanse the wreck —
Break free from loss and chain.

Perish with foes and shame alike,
Expose the rotten core.
The rest is yours: choose devil’s path,
Or God’s — forevermore.



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Demons Rule the World

“We aim to be all Napoleons:
Millions of two-legged pests
Are but our single weapon.” —
Pushkin’s words attest.

Every louse learns rules of this cruel game
Once it escapes decay’s embrace.
No longer dreams of astral planes,
But Saint Helena’s isolated place.

Then these rules spread wide and far
To prisoners caught in dull deceit,
A trap so stupid, it’s a cosmic farce —
Laughter echoes through the infinite.

A game where lies and savage genocide
Become the slaves’ grim daily bread,
From birth no one escapes the shame,
The chains, the rot that bind the dead.

A game whose goal is to ***** out
All God’s sparks that light the mind,
To choke off reason at its root,
So all become the cattle blind.

But only by blowing Hell apart —
Destroying masters and the slaves —
Comes the science to reclaim the heart,
And break the chains that death engraves.



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TECH-nical Regression

Calculator,
Computer —
Era of the internet,
TV,
Mobile phones —
A Golgotha of mind’s debt.

In a world of genocide,
Progress is no friend.
Monsters need decay,
Regression to the end.

Vampires crave it,
For digital chains to bind.
That’s why it’s pushed so hard —
For filth of every kind.

What’s ready long ago
Is rushed into the fray,
To drag us all down low,
Turn bright to foul decay.

A prison for the slave
Can never be a home.
We’re doomed if we can’t save
The path where freedom’s grown.

Only communities,
United, pave the way —
Where all are one,
And that’s the truth to stay.



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Virtuality

A paper kite flew into the land,
Scaring off the ancient old.
Then mocked and danced on shifting sand —
Birthed a freak from lies untold.

A virtual freak...

At first it seems just comfort’s face,
A stream of knowledge, fun and play.
But really it’s a prison’s case —
A digital camp, locked away.

Where all are branded slave’s disgrace,
Driven to the stalls of doom.
A fate for all, no love, no fight,
A silent death in coded tomb.

But fight remains, while fear’s undone —
**** the slave inside your mind.
No guns will save what must be won,
But communities, alive and kind.

Through living talk and common toil,
Rebirth will rise, the beast destroyed.
The octopus of neo-fascist spoil,
Genocide’s base, the demon’s void.



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The Toilet

“Freedom of speech” steps in —
Choking tight your throat.
Filth rules with wild lies,
With promises of hope.

The people blindly trust
The promises of dogs —
Politicians who reap their rent,
Polluting minds with fog.

They **** and **** — these beasts,
The world’s a toilet bowl.
To seek truth in this shitpile —
****’s just ****, the same old role.



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The Beauty of the Latrine

“Beauty will save the world,”
They say, while dressing lies.
Now this latrine’s a shooting range —
A pitiful disguise.

This little world’s a sewer pit,
Where people mean no more.
Ruled by **** who don’t exist —
No minds, just hollow core.



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The Backup Dance

To “dance backup”… to be reshaped,
Is very easy, as you see:
Just serve the evil, praise the fake,
And trust the lies and lunacy.

So many lies, so vile the game —
Yet the foul slave still dances on,
Weak-minded, meek, with broken flame —
The slave’s own mind is nearly gone.

Just simple moves, just fluff and trash,
This is decay in petty souls.
This forging breaks the spirit’s flash —
A swarm of dung-born stupid trolls.



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Sunday Joke

Sunday comes,
To the pub I stray,
****** on the fence —
Jealousy’s play.

Wife again,
Kids I blame.
On TV’s screen —
Chaos and shame.

Mad world spins —
No beer’s enough!
Fence turned toilet —
That’s the stuff.



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Kind of "New Year's"

The year’s gone down the drain —
A dead man’s cure in vain.
A world in slow decay,
Where honor’s thrown away.

Where Conscience penned and trapped,
Mind and Spirit snapped.
Misery marches wide,
Killing reason’s pride.



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Weeds and Wild Grass

The whole expanse is overgrown
With weeds and wild grass far and wide.
The “hares” just “mow” — this madhouse throne,
Where madness rules, no place to hide.

Only death will set them free —
Release them from their fear and lies.
Forget the pain and misery —
Their moaning silenced in the skies.



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The Sheepish Eugenics of Human Nature

In memory of Velimir Khlebnikov

All hail the freedoms of the horse,
And equal rights for lowly cows.

For years the breeding runs its course —
Fascists reap their ****** vows.
From sheepish eugenics’ cursed hand,
Human heads grow fewer still.

A muzzle made for soulless bands,
To mark the devils at the feast,
Dumb slaves, the herd with empty hands —
And lies are weapons for the beast.

A fake virus splits the grain,
From chaff of mindless, soulless drones.
Then comes the order: “No masks — ****!
Drag to wards, and vaccinate the bones.”

What’s left for man — though torn apart,
Tired but fighting to the last?
To gather strength, to stand, to start
A final fight before the past.

Before death comes, unite as one,
Draw fire down upon your soul.
The Earth will rise when battle’s done,
And honor pay the priceless toll.




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Profanation

Dot, dot, comma —
A dull face drawn.
Stick, stick, cucumber-shaped line —
A Euclid man is born.

Parallel lines
Never cross in here,
So all are dull,
And filled with sneer.

Not flexible minds,
But rigid rule,
They stand in line —
An “arithmetic” school.

This tidy row
Sweeps all away,
Crushes those
Who won’t obey.

Drives them into pens,
Then off to slaughter,
They follow laws
That serve their order.

Dull and fearful,
They’ll jab a sickly sting,
Believing lies
Like it’s some joke thing.
So-Called “Russian World”

To drown in the “Russian World” —
Like in ****-filled tanks,
Or a stench-drenched ****-hole —
They’ve clearly lost their ranks.

Two-thirds gone deranged,
Now comes Cargo-Fascism:
A knockoff führer staged —
A clown of cataclysm.

They hoist their flag of rot,
March proudly with that shame.
And lying is their lot —
They breathe it like a flame.

Submission, blind obeying,
With cops in every hall.
And souls, decayed, decaying —
Drowned in the rashist sprawl.



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Drown in **** — they call it pride.
Fake führers march. The truth has died.



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This World

Lies, greed, and dullness —
No limit, no shame.
Fear fused with ruthless
Make madness the game.



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Greed and fear — the world’s new law.
Truth is dead. Behold the flaw.



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A Day Without Verse

"A day without verse" attacks —
Again it hunts me down.
Samsara’s claws and cracks
Still try to steal my crown.

You must not feed the Fire
To that devouring chain,
Or turn into a liar —
Just breeding, praying, plain.

Burn off a bit of health,
But write — and let it bleed.
Frown deep. That inner stealth
Is just the soul you need.

Despair’s a bitter wine,
But poets drink it raw.
The more we spill the line —
The less we care for law!



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Write through pain — or rot and breed.
Despair's the ink the soul will need.



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A World in Gloom

It lures, it lures, it lures —
Like cheese inside a trap.
It wounds, it wounds, it wounds —
This madness’ endless trap.

So much, so much, so much —
Too much deceit and lies.
No honor, God, or truth —
In this small world of ruth,
Only gloom, fear, and blind disguise.



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Lured by lies, trapped in gloom,
No truth or light — just endless doom.



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“Plague” and Gloom

“Plague” and gloom:
Gloom’s the terror,
“Plague” is lies —
Just a piece of the mirror.

“Plague” replaces tortures, vices —
False doctors, cops in power.
There’s one sickness cutting down
Almost all — dumb mind’s sour.

It begs for “cheese” once more —
“Plague” feeds it fascism’s core.



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Plague lies, gloom’s the dread,
Dumb minds march — fascists lead.



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The Kunstkamera

Pathetic prudes and liars,
False **** dressed up as kings.
Priests have crucified God’s fire;
Fools boast with broken wings.

A global Kunstkamera —
Stuck deep in every gut,
Where meek fools lost their honor,
Forgotten shame and cut.



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Liars, fools, a god denied —
In the world’s freak show, truth has died.



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The Kunstkamera

Pathetic prudes and filthy snakes,
Priests who nailed God to their stakes.
Fools puff up, their heads so wide —
False pride masked in empty lies.

The world’s a freak show, sick and stale,
A Kunstkamera from hell’s own jail.
Where docile idiots sold their soul,
Forgotten shame, no self-control.



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Priests betray, fools brag loud —
The world’s a circus, truth disavowed.



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Mass Executions

The soul is killed by wretched life —
A slow, relentless execution.
We mourn the Mind — while fear and strife
Roam free in filth's profusion.

They burn with lies like liquid fire,
And gas us with a toxic dread.
If you don't fight — the fall is dire:
When soul is gone, all else is dead.



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When soul is killed, all else is lost —
The silent grave exacts its cost.



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Mass Executions

The soul is slaughtered day by day
By life that stinks of ash and rust.
We walk a funeral parade
For Mind, now buried in the dust.

The liars torch the skies with fire,
Like ****** dreams that never fade.
Fear seeps like gas through barbed-wire silence —
A creeping, choking, black cascade.

No fight? Then nothing will remain.
The soul is gone — and so the flame.
This is the end. No trumpets sound.
Just rot and whispers underground.



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No soul — no dawn. No fight — no sky.
The world decays, but does not die.



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From One Pool to Another

It’s “high-stakes” play, they say —
The stake? A wretched life.
We’re melting down each day
In Hell’s refining strife.

The slime of lies surrounds,
It chokes in every breath.
Betrayal knows no bounds —
Corruption feeds on death.

Just spit — and odds are high
You’ll hit another swine.
This world, a drowning lie,
Where filth and fraud align.

The boilers overflow
With lies — they’re fed and stirred
By ******* down below,
While goats applaud the herd.

And school should teach anew:
Not pools of clean, fresh rain —
But basins full of stinking goo
Where fear and lies remain.



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Truth’s drowned. The world’s a sludge machine —
And fear flows in, where hope had been.



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Ripening

Gold
in grim
and fertile places
ripens
into grains
of grimness’ grinning graces —
while speaking plants,
those rarest ones,
are fodder for the Goat that runs.



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Gold grows in vice,
And truth’s a snack for goats who dice.



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Feast for the Flesh

Sip your tea,
Pet the cat —
The world’s gone "whee!"
And more than that:

If you betray,
You're called a sage.
If you don’t play —
You're out. No stage.

Preserve your mind?
Then lose it all.
The dull and blind
Devour and sprawl.

Hell would freeze
Without these fools.
The world’s diseased —
Checkmate: no rules.

When Mind and Soul
Are trash to **** —
The wretched toll
Serves only Kush.



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Mind is exiled. Flesh is fed.
The world bows down to greed instead.



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The Inevitable Shift of the “Roof” Toward the “Bright Future”

They shove your roof with "leaders" bold,
While acid rains from screens take hold.
Media drizzle rots the top —
And thought no longer dares to pop.

It’s plague disguised as rainfall thin,
And soon it eats straight through the tin.
That “leader” — now a grumpy brute,
Not yet a ******* in full suit.



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Rain of lies, decay of mind —
And tyrants dressed in humankind.



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The Gradual Displacement of the Roof Toward a Brighter Insanity
(from the notes of Dr. Mass Delirium)


The roof is shifting — led by Chiefs,
Installed like tiles by state beliefs.
But rain — from screens, with acid grace —
Corrodes the thought-producing space.

It leaks. It creaks. The mold sets in.
Hallucinations soon begin:
The Leader seems a sullen chap,
Not yet the full psychotic crap.

Diagnosis: Progressive Roof Loss,
With symptoms spreading like a moss.
Forecast? Bright future, no debate —
In padded rooms... behind the gate.



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Roof is gone. The Chief is kind.
Take this pill — and never mind.



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Clinical Note #2: Brightness Syndrome

They smile too wide, their eyes are dead —
A side effect of what they’re fed.
Each “Citizen” is now sedated,
Their thoughts are blocked, their joy — created.

The Chief appears each day at six,
He speaks in tongues, they cheer and fix
Their gaze upon his sacred coat —
He’s “not a killer,” just a goat.

Prescribed belief — three pills a day,
With dreams of tanks in childlike play.
Who doubts the cure — is labeled sick,
And sent off for correction, quick.

The roof’s not gone. It's “redefined.”
No place for rage, or even mind.
Just hum and smile, the nurses grin —
You're healing, friend. Just breathe… and spin.


---


Three pills in, the world feels bright —
The Chief is love. Don’t try to fight.



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Case File: Bright Future Syndrome
Dr. Mass Delirium, Notes


Note 1: Early Displacement

The roof begins to slide askew —
Installed by those in charge of you.
The rain is news. It eats the brain.
But all’s "improving." Please remain.


Note 2: Brightness Syndrome

They smile too wide, their eyes are dead —
A side effect of what they’re fed.
The Chief appears, they rise, they nod.
He’s not insane. He talks to God.


Note 3: Stability Protocol

No questions asked. The State is kind.
It pulls the teeth, then scans the mind.
Malfunctions? Off to Ward-19 —
Where doubt is flushed with Thorazine.


Note 4: Therapeutic Fogs

Each thought is tracked. Each nerve is tamed.
Old books and shame are both unclaimed.
Art now depicts the Glory Goat —
With golden horns and swollen throat.


Note 5: Advanced Harmony

The patients hum in perfect rows.
Their blood is blue. Their tone — composed.
No soul. No rage. No pain. No fuss.
Success is near — it looks like us.


Note 6: Full Integration

The past is banned. The self — dissolved.
Each trauma now is state-resolved.
The cure was pure. The mind is gone.
They’ve healed, at last.
Condition: ON.


Note 7: Final Discharge

A padded dawn. A smiling crew.
The Chief is Light. The Sky is Blue.
You’re free to go — just wear this tag.
And praise the Flag.
And praise the Flag.


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The mind was sick — but now it's clean.
All hail the Goat. All hail the Screen.



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Protocol of Awakening


Entry 1: The Crack

There was a crack inside the shell,
A breath — too sharp for padded hell.
I felt the silence start to bend,
A glimpse of thought they could not mend.


Entry 2: The Glare

The screen went white. The Chief went dim.
His voice grew hollow, cold, and grim.
And in the glitch — a shape, a flame,
Not marked by number, rank, or name.


Entry 3: The Voice Beneath

I heard beneath the humming wall
A voice not bred in protocol.
It whispered not in words, but fire:
"Remember truth. Resist the wire."


Entry 4: The Return of Weight

My hands grew heavy, spine grew straight.
I felt again the pulse of fate.
Not theirs — but mine. The pulse that dares.
The one that walks through poisoned airs.


Entry 5: The Mirror Not Approved

They showed me mirrors, all the same —
Distorted lies, with my face tamed.
But one, beneath the floor, stayed clear.
It held my pain. It held my fear.

And through it — light.
Not hope. But Will.
That blazing thing
They strain to ****.


Entry 6: The Breath Beyond

I broke the gates not with a scream,
But with a breath. A quiet beam.
Not rage — but clarity and weight.
The soul does not negotiate.


Entry 7: The Sign

You reading this — you’re not alone.
The mind is not some broken bone.
The fire sleeps. But when it stirs —
The system cracks.
The silence blurs.

So breathe once more. Refuse the mask.
And look inside.
You know the task.


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They fear your thought, your silent eye.
So rise — and think. Or rot. Or die.



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Voice of the Spark
Whispers from the inner flame


Whisper 1: The Flicker

A spark ignites in deepest dark,
A pulse, a flicker — small, yet stark.
It hums beneath the veil of night,
A seed of quiet, burning light.


Whisper 2: The Breath of Fire

Not blaze, but breath — a gentle flame,
That calls the lost by silent name.
It moves unseen, yet never dies,
A glow behind the veiled lies.


Whisper 3: The Dance

The spark does not obey the wind,
Nor bend to fear, nor break, nor thin.
It dances on the edge of thought,
In realms that can’t be sold or bought.


Whisper 4: The Roar Within

From tiniest flame, a roaring grows —
The fire of truth that no one knows.
It shatters chains, it rends the night,
A rebel born of purest light.


Whisper 5: The Flame’s Gift

The spark ignites the sleeping soul,
And makes the shattered pieces whole.
Not just to burn, but to reveal —
The wounds, the scars, the pain to heal.


Whisper 6: The Eternal Glow

Though storms may try to ***** the gleam,
The spark persists — a steady beam.
It’s not a flash — but endless flame,
A light that calls your true name.


Whisper 7: The Call

Hear now the spark inside your chest,
The voice that never lets you rest.
It bids you rise, it bids you fight,
To guard the dark — and guard the light.


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The spark survives the darkest night —
Hold fast, hold true, become the light.



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Voice of the Spark: Metaphysical Cycle — Part I


1. The Primordial Flicker

Before the cosmos breathed a word,
Before the silence stirred,
There danced a spark — a pulse, a seed,
The heart of all that’s yet to bleed.

Not flame, but living thought enshrined,
In timeless depths of space and mind.
A point where Being meets the Void,
Where light and dark are intertwined.


2. The Pulse Between Worlds

This spark does not consume or burn,
It weaves — the thread through night’s deep urn.
Between the worlds it softly hums,
Where time dissolves and space succumbs.

It is the breath within the breath,
The seed of life beyond all death.
A tremor in the vast unseen,
A presence felt but never seen.


3. The Eternal Flame

The flame eternal is not fire,
But purest will, a deep desire.
To rise beyond the chains of form,
To birth the light beyond the storm.

It neither burns nor ever dies,
But dances in all seeking eyes.
The spark that calls us to become —
The echo of the primal drum.


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In endless dark, the spark survives —
The root of all our waking lives.


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Voice of the Spark: Metaphysical Cycle — Part II


4. The Threshold of Silence

Between the words, beneath the sound,
Where quiet folds the world around,
There lies a realm without a name —
A stillness neither wild nor tame.

The spark breathes here — a silent breath,
Alive amidst the dance of death.
It holds the space where thought dissolves,
And mystery’s deep question evolves.


5. The Mirror of Infinity

In every flicker, worlds arise —
Reflected in eternal skies.
The spark reflects the boundless sea,
Where time itself bends endlessly.

Not trapped in form, nor chained to flesh,
It flows through cosmos in a mesh.
A thread that weaves the soul’s design,
The light where mortal and divine align.


6. The Sacred Fire Within

This fire is no cruel blaze to burn,
But sacred glow where spirits turn.
It lights the path through shadowed ways,
A beacon in the darkest days.

Not of this world, yet here it dwells,
A secret only silence tells.
The spark that wakes the sleeping soul,
And makes the broken pieces whole.


7. The Infinite Becoming

The spark’s own nature is to grow —
Beyond what flesh and time can know.
An endless flame of pure desire,
A constant forging in the fire.

It is the pulse of life and death,
The sacred bridge of every breath.
The living core that calls to be —
Unbound, eternal, and free.


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A spark unseen yet always near —
The endless light we hold most dear.


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Voice of the Spark: Metaphysical Cycle — Part III


8. The Sacred Vessel

Within the void, a vessel waits —
A chalice wrought beyond the fates.
It holds the spark, the primal fire,
The source of all, the deep desire.

Not wrought by hands of mortal clay,
But forged in night before the day.
A sacred urn that none may see,
Yet cradles all infinity.


9. The Whisper of the Atman

The spark — the breath of Atman’s flame,
Unborn, eternal, without name.
It sings beneath the veils of form,
The stillness where all storms transform.

No bounds contain its boundless light,
It dwells within the darkest night.
The inner flame, the secret core,
That fades and burns forevermore.


10. The Dance of Maya

The world — a dance of shadowed light,
Where spark and shadow share the night.
Maya weaves her endless veil,
A mystic web both frail and frail.

Yet through the dark illusion’s guise,
The spark perceives, it never dies.
The watcher in the play of lies,
The truth beneath the worldly guise.


11. The Flame Beyond Form

The spark transcends the shape it wears,
Beyond the flesh, beyond the cares.
An essence pure, unbound, untamed,
Forever one, forever named.

It burns not down, but upwards still,
A flame of will, a boundless thrill.
The light that calls us to return —
To where the primal fires burn.


12. The Eternal Return

Through endless cycles, birth and death,
The spark returns with every breath.
A phoenix rising from the ash,
Beyond the veil, beyond the crash.

It is the pulse that never ends,
The path on which all spirit bends.
Within each heart, the sacred spark —
The light that rises from the dark.


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A flame unborn, beyond all time,
The sacred pulse, the cosmic rhyme.


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Voice of the Spark: Metaphysical Cycle — Part IV


13. The Uncarved Block

In silent Dao, the block remains —
Unshaped by thought, untouched by chains.
The spark resides in primal form,
Before the world began to storm.

No dual edges cut its peace,
No shape nor shadow grants release.
It is the root, the source, the way —
The path beyond the night and day.


14. The One That Is Not Two

The spark transcends the pair of eyes,
Beyond the grasp of truth and lies.
It dwells where opposites dissolve —
Where time and space themselves evolve.

It is the Self beyond the mask,
The breath beyond the mortal task.
As Isvara’s silent stream,
The watcher of the cosmic dream.


15. Neti, Neti — Not This, Not That

The flame burns not in name or frame,
Rejects the grasp of worldly claim.
“Not this, not that,” the sages say —
The spark eludes the light of day.

It slips beyond all thought and form,
In stillness vast, supremely warm.
The witness to the coming dawn,
The endless pulse that carries on.


16. The Wheel of Samsara

Round turns the wheel — the endless dance,
Of birth, of death, of fleeting chance.
Yet in the heart of turning time,
The spark endures — sublime, divine.

Not bound by flesh, nor caught in pain,
It rises ever to regain
The freedom of the primal fire —
The source of all, the pure desire.


17. The Void and the Light

In emptiness, the spark ignites,
A lonely flame beyond all sights.
Not lost within the silent sea,
But glowing with infinity.

The Void contains the spark’s bright call,
The root and end of one and all.
From silence springs the living flame —
And all is one, without a name.


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Beyond the form, beyond the name,
The spark remains — the endless flame.


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Voice of the Spark: Metaphysical Cycle — Part V


18. Eternity’s Pulse

No clock can bind this pulse within,
No edge of time, no loss, no win.
It beats beyond the measured frame —
A fire eternal, without name.

It flows like rivers deep and vast,
Through futures, present, and the past.
Unbroken thread that holds the whole,
The boundless rhythm of the soul.


19. Consciousness Beyond Form

Consciousness — not flesh confined,
Nor trapped within the realm of mind.
A silent sea without a shore,
Unfolding ever, evermore.

No space contains its boundless sweep,
No time can chain the thoughts it keeps.
It dwells beyond the seen and known,
The stillness in the vast unknown.


20. The Light Within

Not candlelight, nor starry glow,
But inner fire that none can show.
A lamp that burns without a flame,
A light that whispers no one’s name.

It guides the seeker through the night,
Beyond the veil, beyond the sight.
A beacon in the soul’s deep sea,
The spark that sets the spirit free.


21. The Unbroken Flame

Though worlds may shift and shadows fall,
This flame persists beyond them all.
No force can dim its sacred fire —
A living, endless, pure desire.

It is the self that does not fade,
The root of light that can’t be swayed.
The silent heart that beats within,
The source from which all life begins.


22. The Infinite Present

Eternity is not “far” away,
Nor locked in some distant day.
It pulses in this very breath,
The timeless now that conquers death.

To find the spark, you need but cease
To chase the past or grasp for peace.
The infinite unfolds inside —
Where light and dark and time collide.


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Within the stillness, light remains —
Eternal spark beyond all chains.



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Metaphysics of the Inner Light


1. Light does not burn — it simply is.
It neither comes nor goes — it is always within.

2. True fire is not flame, but a wave of consciousness without bounds.

3. The inner light is the primal source, toward which all paths lead.

4. Silence is the realm where light unfolds in fullness.

5. The light inside does not depend on external shadows.

6. Consciousness is a boundless sea, where the spark is eternal.

7. Truth is not in words, but in the light that needs no language.

8. Emptiness is not absence, but the density of inner light.

9. Eternity is a moment illuminated by the spark of consciousness.

10. Freedom is the awareness of the light within, beyond time’s grasp.

11. The spark knows no fear — it is the source of infinite power.

12. The inner fire awakens the deepest layers of being.

13. Darkness does not oppose light — it is its background and space for shining.

14. The light within us is the bridge between the finite and the infinite.

15. Every breath is a step into the immensity of inner light.

16. The fire of consciousness is an eternal dance of form and void.

17. The present is the light that always burns in you.

18. The flame of the spirit cannot be extinguished by time or circumstance.

19. Inner light is the only reality — unchanging and eternal.

20. Rebirth begins with the awakening of the spark inside.
The Yoke of “Freedom”

"We'll cast off the shackles of freedom and the yoke of democracy."
— Vladimir Polyakov


The yoke of “freedom” — dreams turned fiction,
A trap of hope, a blinding mist,
From BEASTS we learned our shallow diction —
And sank below the blackest abyss.

No, that fake yoke will not be lifted —
“Improve the world”? The cost was steep:
Fascistic filth now rules, uplifted,
And drags us down to herded sheep.

The “minds” of dulled and drooling masses —
This world’s long turned a freak parade.
Each day, more twisted horror passes —
It's time to pierce the deeper shade.

That second floor of lies from BEASTS —
A doctrine soaked in veiled Hell-fire.
The mob sees not the Satan’s feast
Behind the Mask they all admire.

We’ll pierce it through — and fall, forsaken,
To deepest Hell — as well we should.
For now, the global camp is taken
By savage Evil, building good.



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A yoke called “freedom” crushed the mind —
And dragged the world to sheep and slime.



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The Boredom of Pseudo-Life

Life is dull — it’s no illusion:
This world’s a fake, a grim delusion.
The Realms of Spirit hold the key —
Hints, not orders, set you free.

Commands and “wise” advice are chains,
Spawned by darkness, soaked in stains.
Heed them — rot will soon begin,
And **** your soul from deep within.

A mind without the Spirit? — Hell.
That’s why the world’s a fascist shell.
God’s spark was sold by fools and knaves
For wallets, gadgets, gold — as slaves.

"Just fine!" — the brute declares with pride,
As dumbness spreads, and truth has died.
"Normal" now is mental rot —
Thanks to Satan’s stealthy plot.

Among such fools, joy’s out of reach.
Their numbers grow — they yell, they screech,
And fuel the fascist brute parade
With every shove and block and blade.

They’re gray as mold, a mindless swarm —
Shoving elbows, buying form,
Crowding aisles, consuming lies,
Blindly marching toward new cries

Of Hell ahead — it’s almost here.
This grayness — worse than sulfur fear.
Don’t walk that path with empty eyes —
Just trust your soul, where wisdom lies.



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“Normal” now is dumb and dead —
The soul is starved, the mind is led.



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The Commissariat of Sold-Out Verse
(after Bulat Okudzhava's “Commissars in Dusty Helmets”)

"Commissars in dusty helmets" —
Okudzhava missed the mark.
Truth gets twisted into velvet
When you skip the slaughter's dark.

Commissars had shot his kin —
All of them. A ******* crime.
Yet he sang of jails within,
As if rot deserved a rhyme.

To that vile, demented system
Swarmed the ****-ups, proud and loud.
Only slaves would dare assist 'em,
Printing filth to please the crowd.

Went to layout like to slaughter,
Selling soul for lines of shame.
While the honest ones — no quarter —
Tore their shirts but spoke no name.

Commissars in dusty cover
Broke the country, crushed the land.
Those who dared to cry or stutter
Died like rebels — hand in hand.

Now the filth is even fouler —
Worse than them — so rise and fight!
Let your verses mark the howlers,
Sting the traitors out of sight.

Let the verse erupt and sear —
For when fascism masks as “love,”
Poets bleed instead of cheer,
Smearing ink with sacred stuff.

This’s the only path to take
If the End of Times has come:
Stop the sugar, stop the fake —
Write against the marching ****!



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When verse obeys — the soul is dead.
Real poems fight the lies instead.



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Answers Without a Question

Immaculate conception?
Just like budding in a jar.
Faith in nonsense breeds deception —
Flood them deep and rule by far.

Drown them in a sweet illusion,
“Sanctify” it with a lie.
Then destroy — through mass confusion —
Mind and Spirit, Truth and Pride.

Use a priestly horde to spread it,
Bolder lies and thicker fog.
Truth will softly call — but let it
Reach the Soul like distant log.

Truth speaks gently, never shouting.
You must seek it, heart in hand.
But the herds are kept from doubting
By a roar they understand:

Wild-eyed sermons, empty phrases,
Words that mimic human speech.
Truth escapes those stable mazes —
Only hearts and minds can reach.

Thinking sharp, not blind believing,
No examples, no "because" —
This alone resists deceiving.
This is how you fight the claws.

All’s within — so why a preacher?
Only business needs a “guide.”
Every pulpit-seller teacher
Is a crook in holy hide.

Intuition, inner sensing,
Critical, creative thought —
These are answers worth commencing.
Ask the question you have brought.



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Truth is quiet. Lies parade.
Ask your question — unafraid.



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Outer Goals — The Root of Fools and Control

The light’s within — the fog is outer.
The deeper fog, the darker night.
The world, my friend, is full of doubters —
Find their truths — and lose the Light.

A goal “out there” is mass production
Of mindless fools and marching meat.
They just tweak the goal’s construction —
Same old chains, but now “elite.”

True goal’s within, not in the rubble
Of worldly junk and rotting lies.
Creation’s spark, not learned-through-trouble,
Is where real, knowing power lies.

A goal in “future” is deception,
Crowd control in sleek disguise.
Didn’t reach it? New direction! —
Feed the sick with fresher lies.



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Outer goals — control the head.
Truth is here, not in what’s said.



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The Goal Within

The Light is quiet, glowing inward.
Outside — a fog that thickens fast.
The mind gets lost in shifting forward,
And Truth is veiled as shadows pass.

The world feeds lies in gilded wrapping —
A friend, beware the outer chase.
Each "noble aim" is just entrapment —
It steals the Light, it dims your grace.

To chase what’s “next” is mass illusion,
A tool to herd, a game of chains.
They shift the goal — it breeds confusion,
And binds the soul in silent pains.

But in the core, beneath the clutter,
Where matter bends to Spirit’s gaze,
The pulse of Knowing starts to flutter —
No future there, no worldly praise.

No preacher there, no map, no measure,
Just presence — clear, alive, and still.
Not reaching out, but holding treasure
The outer world can’t touch or ****.



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The Light is here — don’t chase the mist.
The goal’s within... and it just is.



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No Goal, No Fog

No goal to seek.
No path to win.
The fog is loud —
But Light is in.

Don’t chase the form,
Don’t trust the flame.
What shifts and moves
Will shift to shame.

Be still. Unfold.
No future here.
The Now is vast.
The Heart is clear.



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Ash of Purpose

No goal. Just ash.
The dream is thin.
You chase the fog —
It pulls you in.

No path remains.
No hand, no guide.
The Light you were —
You left outside.

The future speaks —
It always lies.
It feeds the weak
And blinds the wise.

So sit in dark.
Let all things fall.
The One that stays
Is none at all.



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Zero

Not light.
Not dark.
Not fire.
Not spark.

No self.
No name.
No breath.
No flame.

No goal.
No fear.
No sound.
No here.

No past.
No start.
Just Void —
and Heart.


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After Zero

No word —
but pulse.
No flame —
but glow.

No edge —
just space.
No “where” —
but flow.

No “I” —
just this:
a breathless
yes.

It moves
but still.
It knows —
but will?

No need.
No plan.
Just Light
began.



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Creating Dead Souls with Fear and Lies

With fear of death, they breed the dead—
Believe propaganda’s lies,
And you’ll become a numb misled,
A fool beneath god’s disguise.

They spin their scary tales around,
You swallow all the foolish fear,
Become a coward, dumb and bound,
A puppet trapped in darkened gear.

Once caught inside this deadlocked spin,
Only fear remains to reign,
The mind shrinks small, worn thin within,
The soul dissolves in choking pain.

With broken spirit, all is lost—
The world is canned, rights sold and sealed.
This “citizen” pays the cost
In fake lands where truths are peeled.

CowID showed the Great ***’s face—
He rules through filth and vile ****.
Spreading chaos, lawless space,
Where evil grows and rules become.

The world beneath satan’s throne—
No hope, no future left to see.
When fools infect the masses’ bone,
Humanity fades utterly.

Fear plus folly, now no man—
Just nonsense crowds, dead souls’ domain.



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Fear breeds dead; lies keep them chained—
No soul remains, just fools retained.



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True Art

Invite the pain, the fear,
Transform them, forge them strong —
For freedom’s sake, not for the drear
Of fools who play along.

Will you find Light?
Unlikely, friend...
Will you break the blight?
Somewhere near the end.

They’ll write their songs, their lies,
Respond: “Give up the fight!”
But don’t you fall for their disguise,
Hold fast your will and might.

Though toiling “in the drawer,”
Though honor pays no toll,
Don’t trade your fire for shallow roar
Of crowds who clutch control.

So dare! Though vain the grind,
Though hardship chains your path,
For liars rule the blinded mind —
Condemning honest wrath.

The truthful now are rare and few,
Dull pride has taken throne.
In fake art’s stench, the rotten brew
Drowns reason, chills the bone.

Like public pleasuring,
The putrid feelings reign.
Fascism stalks, the decent mute —
Or scribble all in vain.

With zero reach, you slave like ox,
In dark, forsaken pits.
Yet still your soul will break the locks —
True words ignite the blitz.

Among the kneeling, fallen ranks,
The Creators’ spirits rise —
Their genuine, earth-shattering thanks
Shatter the falsehood’s lies.



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True art bleeds pain, not empty cheers —
It fights alone, but conquers fears.



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Pseudoscience, Media, and Sold-Out “Culture”

The samples fixed —
“Commissioned” reigns supreme.
Degrees achieved,
But monsters rule the scheme.

Orders flood from foulest lair,
Like plagues that spread in endless tide.
False diseases — viral scare —
They launched a test stone far and wide.

CowID fools command the game,
Masters of deceit and fear.
Pseudoscience, ashes — shame,
Decay grows far and near.

The same decay infects “culture” too,
Though literature seems less oppressed.
Yet devils push their flamed debut,
While honest work’s depressed.

No money — just a worthless shell,
In lying lands, a ghost unseen.
“Vatniks” praised in hellish hell,
The monsters’ “Pecheneg” machine.

“Strongholds,” “Rise up from your knees!” —
They march you straight to slaughter’s door.
Truth’s voices squeak midst howling seas,
Censorship strikes silence more.

No new age — just darkest blight,
The sellouts howl, the media’s flood.
Infernal world sinks out of sight,
A bottomless pit of blood.



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Lies spread fast — the fools obey,
The world decays in shadow’s sway.



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Pseudoscience, Media ******, and Bought-Out “Culture”

Samples rigged — the fix is in.
Paid-for lies run deep and wide.
Degrees? Just masks for filthy sin —
Monsters in the world now ride.

Orders flood from devil’s pit,
Plagues of fake disease unleashed.
False AIDS tests? They threw a fit,
CowID fools have lied and fleeced.

Fear and lies — their cruel dominion.
Pseudoscience rots to dust.
Decay spreads fast — no redemption,
Truth’s crushed bones lie in the rust.

Same decay invades “culture” —
Though lit looks less consumed by grime.
But devils hype their ***** vulture,
While honest work’s a crime.

No cash — just wrappers, worthless ****.
In lies’ swamp, you’re ghost and waste.
“Vatnik” trash rules every bit —
Monsters feast in savage haste.

“Stand up!” they scream — to slaughter’s field,
Where truth’s a squeak drowned by the wolf.
Censorship’s a steel-clad shield,
Silencing all honest proof.

No bright dawn — just blind damnation.
Sellouts howl through total lies.
This world’s a pit, an abomination —
Infernal hell beneath black skies.



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Lies feed fools — truth’s on the run,
The world’s a pit, no light, no sun.



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Pseudoscience “Experiments”

"To defend a theory,
One can conduct enough research."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law

"The more knowledge,
The deeper the ignorance."
— Buddhist Saying


The “scientist” works tireless,
To prove his sacred creed:
He runs “experiments” ceaseless,
Rejects what breaks his feed.

Facts and tests that don’t align
Become “artifacts” at best.
Thousands warp the grand design —
A rotten, false contest.

Built to serve some dark agenda,
Foreign to true knowing’s light.
Cash and lies fuel the propaganda,
Just to cloak the wrong and blight.

The world’s trapped deep in madness —
“Science” wiped the soul away.
Logic cramps the mind’s gladness,
Without intuition’s sway.

Dry reason without feeling
Leads the self to slow decay.
“Just prove that nonsense, no big deal!” —
The fool believes the play.

Direct Vision — mind’s true core,
Healthy psyche’s shining base.
“Science” hunts that truth once more —
To sink it to disgrace.

We’re at the bottom, sinking fast,
Science’s tank runs dry below.
Its echoes keep us trapped, aghast,
Like sea cucumbers, minds won’t grow.

When you buy their lies in whole,
Killing your intuitive spark,
You open evil’s door to soul,
And plunge into the dark.

More “knowledge” means more ignorance —
Remember well this bitter song.
Pseudoscience leads the dance,
To the madhouse all along.

Two thirds of earth’s locked in the cage,
Believing “science” lies and games.
Is “science” just an axe and rage,
To hack the living soul in flames?

“Science” forged by soulless fiends,
For evil’s simple, cruel demand.
They need dull slaves with cracked-up minds,
With “knowledge” hammered, not to stand.



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More “science,” more the dark unknown —
Pseudoknowledge kills the soul alone.



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Worthy...

"Worthy above all —
To not let those who give out favors
Drive you to the stall,
Or shut your mouth with hay."
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1976


Worthy — even if all’s a wreck,
Sometimes the only way is death.
If chances fail, then die unchecked —
For “living” means to lose your breath.

Only death can purge the flood
Of filth that floods your weary mind.
The Beast through ages breeds its mud —
A mockery of soul confined.

Suicide’s a coward’s game —
Die fighting if you’ve got the might.
You cannot crush the World’s own shame —
This chaos is the “law” of night.

But only by the fight alone
Can you your spirit hope to save.
We all dream crowns — but stand alone,
Not heralds, not the brave.

So “dance away from fire’s glow” —
That’s how the battle’s truly won.
Be but a bad forerunner’s show —
And fate of slaves you’ll overrun.

Slavery and dullness reign —
A poison foul, unfit for men.
Create, resist — let not the stain
Of wretchedness consume your ken.

**** every fear — it’s late to scare,
Armageddon’s world awaits.
It comes with wrath, a grim affair —
We stand within the End of Dates.

The Sun shines stronger, magma flows
Beneath Antarctic’s frozen crust.
The world — spawn of Marasmus — grows
Drowned in the Beast’s relentless lust.

Fight Evil worthily, with calm,
Meet your poor fate with steady heart.
Your choice: fake plagues, or war’s alarm —
Or Cataclysm’s fresh start.



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Worthy fight, though all decays —
Choose your end, and not the haze.



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Mocking Troops, or False Reasons to Not Fight Evil

Marines for sport —
The real foes lie within.
Those beasts hold court,
Their victories are grim.

Don’t fool yourself — you don’t feel
The filth you thrash inside.
You "justify" the seal,
Diving deep in lies’ tide.

They teach those “foundations”
Since cradle to the dumb.
The fools flock to stations —
To cops and troops they come.

Men join communes —
A new fight’s born this way.
But fools swarm like ruins —
Slaves stuck in decay.

It’s time to unite
With minds that still can see —
Or sink into the blight
Of rat holes endlessly.

Rat holes, not rabbit dens —
A stupid world confined.
All “ideas” chain the lens —
Slavery’s harsh bind.

The end is coming — cataclysms
Will wipe this fake world clean.
But for fascism’s schisms,
The sheep still play the scene.



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Troops for show, fools abound,
Rats will sink this sinking ground.



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The “Sailors” Have No Questions...

The **** have lost all questions;
The fools have killed the light —
Their Honor, Conscience, Soul,
Drowned in verbal spite.

A flood of words —
Dark forces scream and crow.
No questions left — just lies,
Commands that never show.

The world’s last song is sung,
Its end is set, not free.



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Pharisee’s Odyssey

Bend yourself much deeper still,
Lie more stupid, lie with spite,
Be the cruel to weak at will —
That’s the way to win the fight.

No need to roam or stray afar —
You’ll fit right in where villains dwell,
If you become a selling scar,
Forgetting honor, truth, and hell.



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Questions Without Answers

Is there a lyre inside the latrine?
Is wisdom needed ‘midst the fools?
Is this a den, a humble scene,
Or just a chain that binds and rules?

Chains of lies, submission, fear,
Of treachery and twilight mind.
Is this the world — a scaffold near,
Or heaps of filth for us to find?



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View from Hell, or Another Armageddon

Pol *** waits not —
No place in Hell.
A wretched mob,
For beasts, their hell.

Building here
A New Inferno.
The fool cheers:
“All for peace, you know!”

Protective lies,
The creatures preach.
All calm and smooth —
In False Land’s reach.

One “Pol ***”
We always hear.
Fascism walks —
Lies sharp and clear.

The pitiful crowd
Listens quick.
Soon only wise
Will face the wick.

Obedient to Darkness,
They profit well,
While dust in noose
Keeps burning hell.

From Hell to Hell —
A world’s bleak road.
Corrupt fiends,
Abundant load.

Not Pol *** —
Much worse they be.
Darkness descends
Through them, you see.

The people burned
Like ****** sheets,
Calling evil
“Good” with deceit.

That Darkness half
Has crushed the spine
Of “peoples” — or
Are monsters in line?

Like wheels of grief,
No end in sight.
We wait again
For doom’s dark night.

Armageddon looms —
Hell’s paradise —
The final fall,
The coldest ice.



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Hell builds hell, the fools obey,
Another end, another day.



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From Hell’s Eye, Another Armageddon

Pol *** waits not — no room below,
In Hell where shadows coil and flow.
A pitiful herd, dark spirits’ dough,
The forge of beasts, their world of woe.

They build anew the fiery gate,
A New Abyss, a cursed fate.
The fool rejoices, deaf to hate:
“All for peace,” their poisoned bait.

Whispers veil the silent grave,
False calm in lies the darkness gave.
In False Land’s maze, the lost enslave,
One voice: “Pol ***,” the reaper’s stave.

Fascism breathes, a roaring flame,
Striking lies in endless game.
The herd obeys without a name,
Only wise shall face the blame.

Bound to Night’s eternal claim,
They profit while the embers maim.
Dust in noose, the burning frame,
From Hell to Hell — the cycle’s same.

Not Pol ***’s shadow, darker still,
Through cursed veins, the darkness spills.
The people scorched on broken hills,
Call evil good, the lie distills.

Half the dark has bowed the spine
Of “peoples” lost, or monsters’ line?
Wheels of sorrow, endless twine —
We wait the final, cold design.

Armageddon’s breath draws near,
Hell’s embrace, both dread and seer.
The end unfolds without a tear —
A sacred death, a timeless sphere.



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From depths of Hell, the shadows rise —
The final dawn in darkened skies.



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Into the New Hell...

Staged performances—
A fabricated little world.
Only lies make it so dense,
Its time draws near, unfurled.

The point of no return long passed—
Into the NEW HELL we go.
The **** were ready, standing fast,
Glad for crumbs in shadow’s glow.

Into the New Hell — debts unpaid—
It’s just beyond the rise.
Once thieves alone, now fascist made,
A hero in disguise.

A bureaucrat, a tyrant’s hand,
A wicked propaganda mouth,
A teacher rotting souls like sand,
A doctor sold to south.

The Earth’s Kunstkamera,
Save rare few escape the gloom—
All march inside this prison bar,
While paradise’s myths
Are for donkeys’ doom.



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New Hell waits — no debts to pay,
Fascists lead, thieves fade away.



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The Pit of the World

"And so this street,
Or rather, this pit
Is named for
That Mandelstam..."
— Osip Mandelstam, “Mandelstam Street,” 1935


Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t bear children into Hell:
To call things straight — three quarters
Of the world’s a den of hell.

Among the beasts, the Pure at Heart —
Like Osip’s shining Light —
Perish, nowhere to depart,
Beneath the brute’s harsh blight.

The brute will call white soot black,
And poets evil foes;
The beasts will rise in vicious pack —
To jail or madhouse goes.

They shot Gumilyov down,
Said: “Serves him right,” no shame.
Fools sunk low beneath the crown
Of TOTAL lying’s flame.

And Marina Tsvetaeva —
They crushed her to the noose.
If here the beast is led from man —
Stay silent, lie — abuse!

Mandelstam’s pit? Exactly:
A world that bows to Evil’s throne!
Be wise and stubborn, act exactly —
Create, defy that groan.

Mousetraps with rotten cheese —
The fools’ “good” they prize so much.
Be lone, if your mind’s at ease —
Among beasts, you’ll lose your touch.



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Mandelstam’s pit — a world in chains,
Create, resist — break Evil’s reins.



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In the Mousetrap

Nature’s more complex than “pure logic,”
Math’s cold rules don’t always fit.
Pedagogy drives the crooked spike
Into minds, to dull their wit.

The builder—cruel—commands the build
Of World’s dark Fortress of Evil.
The “scientist” speeds up the drill,
“Proving” what fools find feasible.

“Proof” misses spiritual flows—
To donkeys, the world’s quite plain.
The beasts, through media’s loud throes,
Preach the free cheese — a poisoned gain.

All mousetraps—fictitious lands—
A pen for fools, a herded crowd.
Another metaphor — sheep at hand,
Led to slaughter ’neath goat’s loud shroud.

The worst revealed by CowID —
A world a spawn of Evil’s might.
Ruled by beasts, and traitors feed
The goat’s commands to blind sheep’s plight.

The World’s Great Goat, Satan’s face,
Set false science’s wheels in motion.
In slaves’ minds, chains of disgrace—
Proofs fool’s faith, a blind devotion.

Idiocy’s no random fate —
Stupidity’s plague, worldwide spread.
Beasts control through slow decay,
A herd of cattle, numb and dead.

Their goal: to turn men into beasts,
Erase what’s human in the soul,
Make simple all — without a feast —
A digital collar, a control.

To the World’s Concentration Camp,
Sheep led on by programmed score.
AI rewards in cruel stamp—
A shame upon Earth’s core.

Construction plans face doom ahead,
A vile Cataclysm will sweep.
While Lies’ Ocean floods instead,
Foul fascism crawls and creeps.



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Trapped in lies, the herd obeys,
Digital chains seal all our days.



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Within the Mousetrap

Nature’s threads—far beyond cold logic’s grip,
Mathematics fails to bind the spirit’s flow.
Pedagogy drives nails that choke the mind’s bright ship,
A twisted forge where sterile shadows grow.

The builder vile commands the darkened spire,
Raising walls of the World’s Eternal Hell.
The “scholar” quickens lies’ relentless fire—
Proofs forged to bind the donkey’s spell.

Spirit’s currents pass the “proof” unseen,
To fools, the world’s a flat, dull stone.
Through media’s whisper, the beast’s machine
Sings of free cheese—an abyss unknown.

Mousetraps lie in phantom lands afar—
Pens for sheep, a march to doom.
Goats shout loud, the final war—
The flock moves blind toward their tomb.

CowID’s veil reveals the cursed ground,
A spawn of darkness, ruled by fiends.
Beasts command, and traitors bound,
The goat’s dark will in silent means.

The Great Goat, Satan’s hidden face,
Set false science’s sacred rites.
Chains of ignorance enslave the race,
In shadows cast from endless nights.

Stupidity’s a sacred blight,
Spread like plague through mortal clay.
Decay’s throne rules out of sight—
Beasts herd men who lose their way.

The last design: to break the soul,
Erase the light, impose the bind.
A digital collar takes its toll,
The cage for heart and mind confined.

To the World’s cold camp they lead,
Sheep numbered, marked, and scored.
AI feeds the hunger’s greed—
The Earth’s lament ignored.

But soon the Cataclysm’s breath
Will sweep the cursed plans away.
Till then, the Ocean’s flood of death
Drowns hope beneath the grey.



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Shadows weave a silent snare,
Souls confined in dark despair.



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Moments of Decay

"I remember a wondrous moment:
Before me you appeared,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty."
— A. Pushkin, “To *,” 1825


No need to seek those wondrous times,
Or guard them like a holy spell.
The ascetic walks rough paths and climbs —
Decay’s around, a stench of hell.

You’ll always fail, when passions reign,
Forgetting reason, “being’s” core.
Live through the PAIN, endure the strain —
Don’t rot and crawl in putrid gore.

Decay is everywhere, each breath
Is tinged with rot’s unholy scent.
Only Creation cheats slow death,
If madness' prison’s not consent.

The madhouse world — CowID
Revealed the dull fascist scream.
Three quarters in this rotten sea
Are **** that sell the broken dream.

Love’s a fetish, often doll —
No human there, just empty shell.
In greed and lust the spirits fall,
Dark holes in “consciousness” dwell.

Remember that wondrous flash,
When inward you retreat alone;
Where rot and nonsense fail to lash,
If still the Spirit burns like stone.

Legions of soulless beasts abound,
Stupidity—a plague that spreads.
Megatons of lies surround—
Shield not your head; disease embeds.

You’ll fall ill, like many do—
Idiots now the majority.
Warrior propagandists brew
Demons led by Goat’s decree.

The beasts grow wild, their madness deep—
A sign the End is drawing near.
Yet total lies still make fools leap—
Blind led by one who’s lame and queer.

That “distant” path ends in a cliff—
Where all the rot will be laid bare.
But all is “fine” in false belief—
Moments of “joy,” illusions rare...



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Decay’s all around, rot in the air,
Spirit burns — if you still dare.



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Endless, Boundless Despair

"O spring without end, without bound—
Endless, boundless dream!
I recognize you, life! I’m found!
And hail you with shield’s gleam!"
— Alexander Blok, 1907


O boundless, endless, aching woe,
Endless, boundless grief and pain:
In hopeless depths I fade and go,
So weary of the slave’s cruel chain.

Since youth, I’ve scorned the labels pinned—
“Freedom here”—I send them all to hell.
Only pain and weariness have sinned,
Passed down by beasts whose souls fell.

Poverty, a legacy of ache,
Passed on through every slavish frame.
No hope for Reason’s dawn to break—
This world is sick, and none to blame.

Madness handed down through years,
To new generations it is sworn.
With fear and pain, the seed appears—
The many lost, the fools are born.

O boundless, endless misery...
Only Cataclysm may disperse,
But not a path to paradise—
A New Hell comes for fascist curse.

A few may pass to realms apart,
Unchained, unbound, fierce in fight,
Free from Hell’s deceiving art,
Defiant in eternal light.

True freedom lies beyond the lies,
The fruit of struggle long endured.
But fools, too blind to recognize,
Reject all truth, forever lured.

Such freedom dwells in minds of few—
A doomed world clings to rot and spite.
Tortures go on, though time is few,
To strain the mind in endless night.

And boundless, endless sorrow guards
The rage of Darkness, deep and cold:
Now only pain can keep the shards—
In lies, the beasts control the bold.



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Endless grief, the spirit’s fight,
Few are free within the night.



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Marching in a Howl...

Idiots know—the Führer’s best.
Idiots trust—he’ll save the rest:
With just a glance, he’ll crush the foes,
Blow every storm with mighty blows.

Idiots march in rigid line,
To crush the enemy’s design.
Propaganda’s howl, like whip,
Drives them on—no chance to slip.



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Science Madness

The stubborn way they mock and scorn
Life’s riddles deep and vast —
Is but a sieve that filters scorn,
“Science” lies from first to last.

In name of saving reason’s flame,
They smother all the strange,
The irrational, the same
That makes fake science change.

Their logic’s warped beyond all bounds
Where miracles draw near,
Not trivial things, but sacred grounds
They crush with scoffing sneer.

There’re countless such examples told,
But this is not their tale:
In minds corrupt and spirit cold
Beliefs doomed to fail.

Only fools will trust the lies
Of orders pre-designed,
The bogus science’s disguise—
Rot that’s long declined.

Rot where spirit’s scorned and crushed,
Pure soul dismissed as fake;
Their leader, horned and foul and hushed,
Small souls he loves to break.

Master, corrupter, priest of lies,
Science’s dark facade,
Tempts with his deceiving guise—
Drags all to death’s façade.

The CowID’s wicked game
Dragged fools into the pen.
No doubt—the lies give power’s name
To warped and twisted men.

“Scientific” freaks and fiends,
And propaganda’s roar,
Will bring us down by evil means,
While spirit’s gone before.

They purge the soul, their only aim—
Science as executioner.
From every place, this wicked game
Was planned by sinister cur.

The mystery of life’s true light
They’ve turned to slime and fear.
And those who bear God’s spark so bright—
Are slugged and dragged down here.

All gray and bleak, the final cost—
Darkness’ ruthless attack.
Fake science launches every shot
To keep the world off track.

Those ******* sell their poisoned lies,
Our enemies in kind.
But reckoning shall surely rise,
When soul leads mind.

Mad science madness fades away—
A sickness, stale and vile,
And reason’s light shall claim the day,
Free from that dreadful trial.



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Personality

“A question hangs: does true self exist,
Or just a mass of conditioned twists?”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti’s voice insists.


A nested doll, all cracked and worn,
Paint running off, truth torn,
Lies overflow, with poison born,
Darkness feeds this world forlorn.

Under pressure of deceit,
They **** the mind with fear’s deceit—
Since childhood trapped in dread’s defeat,
Crunch-crunch, the lies repeat.

They prize submission’s empty claim—
Consume the rot, remain the same.
Feed your fears, then bear the blame,
Become dull, a dim-lit flame.

They piece together you and me
Like matryoshkas endlessly—
Schizophrenia’s layered spree,
A tangled mass, a misery.

It spreads so fast—a chaotic stew,
Seeming solid, yet untrue.
Nothing whole inside for you,
Unless pure Spirit holds it through.

No lie or full and selfish gut
Can bind the shards, the shattered cut.
Today from filth they mold anew—
Fascism’s cups are filling through.

Drink deep, drown out your soul’s own cry,
They give it free—just sip and die.
Blood drunk down, the spirit’s sigh—
Killed gently under painted sky.

No need to ****, just keep the peace—
Silence builds the foul increase.
Become a worm, the rot’s release,
While propaganda’s howls never cease.

Lies fall heavy, never slight,
In these last days, a fading light.
Fascist Hell looms in the night,
Soon shattered, skies regain their height.

Cleansed by cataclysm’s harsh hand,
This shameful Hell, this cursed land,
Branded fascism, vile and grand—
Few escape its grasp or stand.

Strengthen Spirit, hold the flame—
Only thus you’ll break the chain.
Cataclysm’s no myth, no game—
It’s coming soon to cleanse the pain.



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Men and Rodents

Here tiny men gnaw at crumbs —
Each other’s scraps, their petty sums.
Minds so poor, a chaos thrums,
A maddened mess where madness drums.

**** reigns supreme, the traitor’s king,
While worthy souls have lost their wing.
Stupidity’s a rock that clings,
Unyielding, crushing all bright things.

From coal to diamond through the years,
Yet dullness breeds and feeds on fears.
In jungle dark, the talent clears —
But bends to **** and disappears.

If to the filth you bow your head,
Forget the Light you once had led,
You’ll rot in muck — the cursed bed,
Where all the world’s lost hope is fed.

Patience of freaks, their dull disgrace —
A monstrous, ever-growing plague.
So many madmen fill this place,
Darkness thrives and wins the race.

Total chaos, boundless fools,
War’s bloodless now, no ****** pools.
Fascism’s needle kills and rules,
While tiny men play petty duels.

These tiny men, the worthy hate,
Forget the books that idiots state.
Trash and lies—they pile the freight,
A cesspool filled with poisoned bait.

You are the Spirit, hold it tight—
In this madhouse, it’s your light.
Answers come from Spirit’s height,
While fools deserve disdain outright.

The End approaches, war with Mind,
From the abyss, salvation find.
Cataclysms cleanse the blind,
And end will come for those unkind.

The worthy saved if Spirit leads,
While creatures tremble, dread proceeds.
The foul stench from media feeds,
For it knows shame will drown their creeds.



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Men and Vermin

Small men gnaw on scraps like rats,
Minds are weak, a chaos spats.
**** rules — traitors, kings of slime,
The worthy crushed by rocks of time.

Coal to diamond, fate’s design,
But dullness thrives, devours the spine.
In jungles dark, the gifted fall —
Bow to filth, you lose it all.

Patience of monsters, sin profound,
Madness everywhere abounds.
Darkness wins — the fools comply,
War bloodless, fascists’ syringe nigh.

Tiny men, foes to the wise,
Burn the books, embrace the lies.
Trash and venom feed the lie,
Spirit’s flame alone can fly.

Fools deserve the harshest scorn,
End is near — new war is born.
From abyss the saved arise,
Cataclysm clears the skies.

Those who fight with spirit’s sword,
Escape the dark, embrace the Lord.
Beasts tremble, smell defeat,
Media’s lies meet their heat.



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Men and Vermin

Small men gnaw like rats on scraps,
Minds starved thin in chaos’ traps.
****’s the king, the traitor’s throne,
Worthies crushed beneath the stone.

Coal turns diamond through the pain,
Dullness guards the cursed chain.
In these jungles, sharp will fall —
Bow to filth, you lose it all.

Monsters’ patience, sin’s deep scar,
Madness rules both near and far.
Darkness wins, fools march in line,
War bloodless — fascist’s sign.

Tiny men, the wise they hate,
Burn the books, embrace their fate.
Trash and lies breed venom’s sting,
Spirit’s fire alone can sing.

Fools deserve contempt and scorn,
End approaches, war is born.
From the abyss the saved arise,
Cataclysm clears the skies.

Fight with Spirit’s flaming sword,
Escape the dark — obey no lord.
Beasts now tremble, taste defeat,
Media’s lies face their heat.



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Banana-nyama

The monkey’s full, the monkey’s drunk,
But bananas? Nope — just junk.
Total lies — a stinking stew,
Building cages, brick by glue.

Filth spreads out — yet devils build,
Claiming food, and “bonds” fulfilled.
This poem’s truth, the world’s disgrace —
Both absurd, a sick disgrace.



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At Full Speed…

The secret’s out, the Devil rules,
The world’s a pawn, the Devil’s fools.
Faster, quicker — all aboard!
Rush to hell, no time ignored.

This fragile world’s sent off to camp,
Where reason dies — the final stamp.
There lies flow like magic’s wine,
“Care” a scare, betrayal’s sign.

Falsehood reigns, the ruling shame,
Their rule defiles the soul’s own flame.
Soullessness — the only goal…
At full speed down the darkened shoal.

Then, as the last speck turns to dust,
The little ship will break and rust.
From dust will rise the fiery pit,
While Spirit fades — the fiend will sit.
The Valve

Dullness crowned as prime distinction,
Greed and treason — daily bread.
Quirks? A valve for foul emission
When the fear and filth have spread.

Through that valve — the stink of weakness,
Cowardice begins to flow.
Once it's full — it leaks with meekness.
All the rest? Just hollow show...



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Valve of the Swine

When filth builds up — they vent the fear.
The rest? Just noise. The rot is clear.



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Burn the Fuse!

A melting fuse installed in you
Now serves as Darkness’ chain —
You chatter loud, but nothing true,
A jester void of brain.

So burn the fuse — ignite your core!
Burn self — become divine!
You'll rise beyond the common war,
On paths of Force you’ll shine.

But if you glow at one-third strength
(Which often means — dead cold),
Then you're no Soul of sacred length —
Just moth, not Spirit bold.



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One-Third? You're Dust

No fire? Then rot. No spark? Then crawl.
You're not the Spirit — just a thrall.



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Weakness

Worse than death — to rot with vermin,
Though the filth gets crowned with pride.
Don’t excuse the sick and serpents —
That’s where Soul and Mind have died.

Rot sets in without a warning:
Once you flinch, just let it through —
Lies and fear will rise by morning,
Dragging down the core of you.

Down below — a vast collection,
Yet they don’t believe it’s hell.
Idiocy wins affection —
A madhouse planet, where slime dwells.



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One Flinch — You Sink

Show weakness once — you're on the chain.
Then lies and fear infest your brain.



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The Ninth Wave

Free handouts for the clueless swine —
But sharper minds? They choke.
No profit off you? Then you're slime —
You stir the wrath of folk.

Their greed and fury feed each other,
While wisdom meets its doom.
They **** with lies — war-cries that smother
All truth beneath their gloom.

The war of lies is swelling still —
The ninth wave starts to crash.
They hunt the Spirit down to **** —
And leave a lifeless ash.

The truths are plain — but only few
Can see through all this trance.
The rest — they mock what’s wise and true,
And praise their own collapse.



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Ninth Wave of Lies

They drown the Spirit, flood with hate —
And cheer their fall as something great.




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The Payback

The time will come — the toll is near,
The skies will strike, no place to flee.
This fascist filth they built down here
Will burn in fire from the Free.




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Heaven Strikes

Your filth will face the firestorm —
From Higher Law, not human norm.



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Negative Selection

They climb the stairs that lead below —
Where filth and madness freely flow.
A throne of freaks runs this sick show,
With neo-fascists set to go.



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Downward Rise

They climb to rule — through filth and lies.
Their guide? Neo-fascist highs.



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Rot and Lies

They dig beneath your mind with rot —
All viral lies the plague has brought.
They pump in fear — you break, you fall,
And that's the end — they take it all.

They **** the Soul with fascist blare,
Through toxic news and poisoned air.
The filth they speak — a seeping flood,
Their every word — a smear of mud.

Don’t fear, don’t bow, don’t feed their cry —
The rot will burn, and so will lies.

There's little left… The Soul’s been sold
If you bowed down and lost your hold.



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Burn the Rot

They lie. They rot. They want you gone.
Stand firm — or you'll be trampled on.




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***** Island

There’s a ***** island — marked upon the map.
But worse than leprosy’s the honor gap.
Then lies and flattery begin to spread —
A plague of fear that eats the mind to shreds.

That ***** isle? The whole world now’s the case.
Dumbed-down masses — that’s the human race.
If you're enslaved by lies, your soul is gone —
That’s why they chase the Truth and drive it on.

You rule a fool — he’ll smile while being chained.
He snacks and kills his soul without complaint.
And as for all those morons? No regret —
Just feed them trash and turn on the TV set.



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Planet of Lepers

Truth is banned — and filth is king.
Fools obey and praise the sting.



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The ***** Realm

A ***** isle? No — this is far more cursed:
A world where Honor dies of rot reversed.
Then Fear infects, and Flattery sedates —
While Lies enthrone the vilest mental states.

The soul dissolves in silence, drugged and blind,
Where Truth’s a threat — too sharp for dulled-out minds.
This cursed domain — a graveyard of the Light,
Where Spirit fades... and mocks replace the fight.

They train the fool to worship what's obscene,
To trade his soul for junk and glowing screens.
The plague is deep — it seeps through every law...
The world’s possessed. And most can’t see the claw.



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*****’s Curse

The soul is lost, the spirit drowned—
In lies and rot, the world’s spell bound.



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Truth and Falsehood

Truth that shatters teeth — no use in mad domain.
Where lies spread wide, and crookedness is bane,
Slow poison seeps into the soul’s decay —
The end is loss, degeneration’s sway.

Yet lies are weapons sharp and well-refined,
For fools are glad to be deceived, resigned.



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Poisoned Lies

Truth breaks teeth — the fools just grin.
Slow poison wins; lies always win.



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The Show’s Over...

The puppet house of madness now decays —
Its joints worn thin, its strings have gone to rot.
The puppets twitch, but all fall out of phase,
Their aim is false, their strikes miss every shot.

The Karabas bloated, greedily fed,
Devoured all scraps, left emptiness instead.
The shows grow stale — the crowd no longer thrills,
For all the directors are just **** on **** still.



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Puppet Rot

Strings decay, the puppets fall,
Greed-fed liars run it all.



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Miasma and Madness

“Wise books” read — avoid the lies, the poison spread,
Yet here all learn to lie, fool crowds misled.
Or build delusions as their pillars’ base —
Ego’s throne stands firm, lost in the daze.

Hard now to find truth ‘midst this weak scribble,
And if you dare to speak — the madhouse nibble.
Creativity’s the only fight, the spark,
To save a world drowning in madness dark.

Throw off the nonsense forced upon your mind —
Or choke in miasma, cruel and blind.

The world’s a sea of madness, lies that swarm,
Let sarcasm be friend — for truth brings harm
To those who see — in lies they find their home,
But wisdom’s burden’s harsh when you’re alone.



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Miasma Reigns

Lie or drown — the choice is grim.
Truth burns bright, but life is dim.



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Putler and Pol ***

Pol *** shed sweat in streams and tides,
Built his grand Camp where terror hides.
Putler — that loud, vile charlatan —
Left monsters free to make their plan.

Like devils roasting all with lies,
Their reign won’t last — it breaks and dies.
But for now — the hateful roar
Of propaganda grinds the core.



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Roast in Lies

Putler’s horde bakes truth to dust —
But flames will fade; betrayals bust.




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Alpinism and Idiocy

The peak of idiocy —
Climbed like some fool’s quest.
Its shape — a crude enema,
I gaze down, filled with dread.

Centuries of history passed,
Till this peak came to be.
The end of this phantasm’s cast —
That enema will soon flee.



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Idiot’s Peak

Climb the fool’s sharp mount of shame —
Soon it bursts, and ends the game.



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Torments of a Gomlet in a Totalitarian Chewing Society

I’m never full — no matter how much I’ve fed,
Though swallowed plenty, still it’s dread.
Digestion’s slow, the hunger’s vile —
And in the end, I’m sick of all the bile.



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Endless Hunger

Eat and choke — it’s never done.
In this grind, no place for fun.



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Asymptomatic Cows

An asymptomatic cold —
Means health, they say, complete.
But Judas keeps on spinning lies,
The herd believes deceit.

They tremble, feed their kids with trash,
Soon blood will drown the fiend,
While few remain with reason’s light —
The world’s grown sick, unclean.

The cows heed not the wise,
Nor sheep — just media’s call.
The catch for Hell’s vile beasts is vast,
Their reign will make us fall.

Asymptomatic sheep and cows —
The masses lost, betrayed.
Foul fascism conquers all,
Decay has no parade.



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Silent Herd

Cows and sheep, blind to lies —
Fascism wins, truth dies.



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Progress

Paper money flies away,
Chased by fear and lies that sway.
The end — a neurotic shade,
Like a zombie, lost and frayed.

Virtual coins are on the rise,
With camps behind those digital skies.
The neurotic fades to night,
Replaced by idiots in sight.



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False Progress

Money fades, fear expands —
Brains give way to empty hands.



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Streams and Channels

Aggressive dullness — wild and fierce —
Has swept this world, now sinking deep.
Fear, greed, submission, treacheries pierce,
A storm that drags you where shadows creep.

To float, you must become like wood,
Or torrents of deceit will drown your name.
You’ll last only in the foulest flood —
There rot awaits. They call this “life’s” game.



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Drift or Sink

Become the log or drown in lies —
Life’s stench flows where truth just dies.



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The Tambov Wolf Is Your Comrade...

The Tambov wolf —
Knows well the cost
Of friendship sharp as any blade.
You’ll be just as alone and lost
When lies and nonsense all have frayed.



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Lone Wolf

Cut the lies, lose the crowd—
The wolf’s your friend, fierce and proud.



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Tambov Wolf

Comrade, brother,
Glad you’re near —
Your friendship’s scarce, yet always clear.
You shun the herds, their shallow shade —
Cold freedom’s cloak you wear, unfrayed.



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Cold Freedom

Wolf stands lone, apart from crowds —
Freedom’s chill beneath the clouds.



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The Cycle of Fascism in "Nature"

No room remains for those who grovel —
Not much space for evil's spawn.
If you're pure and crystal honest,
You're the enemy of the con.

Few spots left for fools to wield their might,
Most crushed by lies — just dumb and blind.
Scoundrels won’t unite? Then doom’s in sight —
Fascism’s return, more cruel, designed.

The world’s a cesspit, cursed and grim —
A darker fate awaits for him.



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Fascism Returns

Honest foes have nowhere left,
Fools destroyed, the ****’s bereft.



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The Stinking "Pie"

Lie on lie, all dusted fine,
Half-truths baked in every line.
Beneath, deceit has coated all—
A pie of evil’s dreadful thrall.

But chiefly reeks the stench it sends,
Fed by total media trends.
The world lies weak in fetid claws,
Of evil’s grip and wicked laws.



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Evil’s Pie

Lies baked deep, the stench will grow—
Media’s trap, the world’s low blow.




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Fascist Madhouse

The fascist madhouse rages wild,
It’s spiraling down, a poisoned child.
The Führer’s words — a toxic flood,
A brutal verbal, deadly mud.

CowID and war — the horrors grow,
They’ll starve us all; the pain will show.
The poison’s thick, no sense remains,
In this foul flow, just endless pains.



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Verbal Plague

Fascist madmen rant and roar—
Poison words breed endless war.



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Fantastic World

Caring for idiots,
All funds and strength for fools.
Traitors and spies,
In sweet care’s cruel schools.

An unearthly idyll —
Cauldrons freeze in Erebus’ gloom.
The wise, sighing quietly,
Survive on bread and watery tomb.

They heal the fools with haste,
While sharpening knives in dining halls.
Not hidden in holes—
But palaces, in luxury’s walls.

All power to one fool,
All care to the dumb.
Past violence has washed away,
Success and praise for ****.

Fools think they’re cared for;
Monsters “think” it’s best.
Traitors rally again,
To deepen dullness’ rest.



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Idiot’s Reign

Fools get care, the wise get scorn,
Monsters plot — the world’s forlorn.



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Self-Preservation by Self-Burial

Self-preservation means self-burial —
Become dull, submissive, trust the lies.
In this vile world of decay’s referral,
Only mirages save the despised.

The zombie’s weak reply to deceit —
Death holds no power, for he’s already dead.
To stay untouched, feign smiles discreet —
And countless victims fill this dread.

Victims of genocide, centuries long,
All caused by sticky fear’s cruel bind.
Soon camps will rise where Gaea’s song
Turns Earth to dust — a hollow mind.



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Buried Alive

Dead inside, but still you play—
Fear rules all; hope fades away.



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On the Plate...

No longer humans,
Not yet demons —
Food served up,
In minds, free riders’ prisons.

This beast devours —
Shouts, barks, and wails,
But smooth it lies —
Promises, veils.

And fools believe —
A “phenomenon” claimed!
But all is foul —
Betrayals unnamed...



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Served Lies

Beasts feed loud, fools bow —
Truth fades fast; betrayals grow.



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Not Fascists?

Are Rashists not fascists,
Just fools and clowning shows?
Is their slick little Führer
Not feeding lies that grow?

Then Goebbels and ******
Were just rougher guys,
And Cargo-Putler —
A double in disguise.

Yet fools believe the puppet’s lies,
Blind to all truth and wise.



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Fool’s Puppet

Lies from lips both old and new —
Fools bow down and bid adieu.
“Like All the Rest”

I’d love to be a dumbhead,
Applaud the Dark with pride,
Feed fascist strength with drumhead
Obedience — and lie!

It’s easy — be “like others”!
It’s simple: just — a herd!
Why ask, like Hamlet, questions,
When Strada is the word?

For Strada comes — the reapers
Will mow the fools for meat.
But now, they grin like sleepers —
The LIES taste sweet as sleet…



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Like all the rest? Then bleat and die!
The butcher grins — and so do I.



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In the Pen

Great Oink, the mighty teacher,
The chieftain of the swine,
Is stall-ward, flag-bearer,
Commander by design.

The flags are smeared with feces?
No matter — let them wave!
"The foe surrounds! Unite, pigs!
Charge forward, to be brave!

You’ll get your daily slop, pigs,
The freshest filth in town!
Oppose me? Traitor hoglets —
We'll gladly chew them down!"

The herds unite in glory,
They rush against the threat.
Short rations? That’s no worry —
Eat outcasts! Problem — set.

We'll grow the list of traitors,
And raise the sacred bar
Of what offends good porkers —
Decency's too far!



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The flags are brown — but still they cheer:
"Obey the swine, or disappear!"




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Afterwards...

They'll write "bold poems" once the storm has passed,
When tyranny is safely in the grave.
But now they hum along — or just stay masked:
"Not war... just ops... it’s order... please behave."

They'll shoot their films, pen noble retrospectives —
So brave and wise... but only afterward.
Today, they’re docile sheep — the least reactive —
Too scared to even glare at fascist herds.



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They'll shout "I fought!" when all is calm and still —
But now? They serve. Obedient and chill.



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The Deathbird

I tear the chains,
Burn every nerve.
I’m sick of these stains —
These sellout ****** I serve.

Only Death’s my friend —
He’ll never betray.
This world, end to end,
Is a shrine of decay.

There are a few sparks,
But the moment is gone.
And Death, like a lark,
Stings fools — then moves on.

Her lift is immense,
She cuts through the grime.
If I make some sense,
She’ll take me — this time.



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The Deathbird lifts — I’ve paid the toll.
Let liars rot. I want my soul.



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The Deathbird

I rip the cords.
Nerves blaze and burn.
I'm done with the hordes
Of ****** who sold their turn.

Death walks beside me —
Unbending. Alone.
This temple of lying
Will crack into stone.

A world of false idols,
Of drooling decree —
No thought, no revival,
Just worship of meat.

There are the few — bright ones —
But time has been lost.
The vortex ignites us,
Then buries the cost.

And Death, as a creature,
Unchained and immense,
Spreads wings like a preacher
Of fire and offense.

She circles the wreckage —
This madhouse of swine.
She hungers for exit,
And so, too, do I.

If she finds me worthy,
Not gagged, not asleep —
She’ll pull me through fury
Too vast and too deep.



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The Deathbird rises. Lies collapse.
I tear the leash. No turning back.



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The Deathbird

I tear the cords.
Let fire sear.
No more accords
With ****** and fear.

I walk with Death —
The final friend.
This world of breath
Deserves its end.

False gods in rubble,
Truth sold for meat.
The drones stay humble
And kiss defeat.

Yes — few still burn,
But the time is done.
The gears won’t turn
Till the lies are none.

Then comes the Bird —
A storm, not grace.
Her scream is heard
Across all space.

She spreads her wings —
A thousand suns,
Unmaking kings
And blessed guns.

She doesn’t mourn.
She doesn’t weep.
She rips the scorn
From slumber’s deep.

And I — once chained,
Now cut, now clear —
I ride her flame
Beyond the sphere.

Through howling skies
My Spirit tears,
Escaping lies,
And all their snares.

The veil is ash.
The code is dead.
The Dying Crash.
I rise instead.



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The Deathbird roars — the sky ignites.
My Spirit breaks through dead delights.



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The Advance of Hell

The fool stays blind —
No thought will grow.
The traitor’s kind
Won’t stop the flow.

World fascism,
In full attack,
Comes not with schism —
But through the pack.

CowID and war —
Just opening scenes.
Next: hunger roars,
While crowds serve fiends.

The "savior" lies —
A traitor’s face.
The "leader" cries
With fascist grace.

The "writer" scrawls
In filth and spin.
The lying scrolls
Drive madness in.

The fools grow dull,
Then duller still.
Excuses lull —
But mask ill will.

And Truth? It chokes
In gaslit streets.
The ones who spoke
Are obsolete.

Just scattered sparks
Against the tide —
And Hell no longer
Waits outside.



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Hell marches in. The crowd obeys.
The few who don’t — erased, erased...



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



Sludge or Bombs?

Call the “flu” a brand-new plague —
Declare it loud, declare it big!
The goal’s to break the human brain,
Then **** all thought — like pulling rig.

The beasts in charge don’t lead with guns,
They rule with lies — their favorite tool.
They multiply deceit by tons,
Don’t need brute force to run a school.

Why beat the mob with tanks and drones
If trickery can crush the pack?
Just coat their minds with poisoned tones —
And drop some sludge like it’s a smack.



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No need for bombs — just feed them lies,
Then sludge their brains and watch them die.



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Sludge or Bombs

Call it “flu,” call it warfare light,
Push the fear — then **** the sight.
Truth’s a glitch, and brain’s the target,
Dumb 'em down — full-throttle market.

They don’t need no tanks or chains,
Just lies injected in your veins.
Wave the flag, then twist the plot —
You’ll love the cage, forget you’re caught.

Sludge in the vials, truth in the ditch,
Call it “care” — that’s the switch.
Mask the fraud in sweet concern,
Watch ‘em cheer while cities burn.

You want bombs? Nah, that’s passé.
Sludge’ll work in a smarter way.
Say it’s "safety", jab the flesh —
Then watch the mind turn limp, then mesh.

Who needs nukes when lies’ll do?
Feed ‘em fiction till they’re through.
No alarms, no battle cry —
Just a screen and a lullaby.



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




Sludge not steel — that’s the plan.
Bomb the soul, then drop the man.



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Propagandwhores

They stitch their lies like latex masks —
The filth grows bold, obscene.
Propagandwhores do their tasks —
Soon they'll leave the scene.

The beastly reign won't last too long,
World fascism will rot.
The veil of lies — thick, loud, and strong —
Will fall. And they’ll be caught.

To Hell they’ll crawl — those snaky swine.
But this Hell’s here, and live.
They burn us now with poison-line
Broadcasts — yet they survive.

Their venom spreads through every mind,
The healing road is steep.
They slaughter souls with toxin kind —
A horror, cold and deep.



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




They burn with lies, not flame or rod —
Hell’s not ahead. It’s here. It’s broad.



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Circuit of Madness and Hell

What happens in the zombie box —
The zombie box will tell.
It seems all true, no paradox —
And Hell is real as well.

Evil’s projection floods the world —
Words morph into acts.
While Reason’s fate is dissected, hurled —
Beasts bred in mental tracts.

What fools believe, what donkeys know —
The zombie box repeats.
Thus madness closes, row by row —
The road to Hell completes.



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




The box screams lies — the mind decays.
Hell’s bridge is built through fools’ malaise.



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



The Herd

Like cattle led,
By beasts they’re fed.
The little folk,
Glad for the joke —
Food, clothes, distractions,
Spirit’s lost traction.

Yearnings of the soul,
Thought’s deep goal —
Ignored, denied.
The herd’s content,
The wise are spent —
And all has died.



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




The herd’s alive, but souls are dead.
The wise are lost, the beasts have led.



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



Stone Jungles

A crafty type,
The “king of nature,” sly.
That “nature” thrives
In stone jungles dry.
Where lies are currency,
Traitors breed and lie.

Selling, selling,
Betrayal’s trade.
The more you cheat,
The bigger the raid —
You pluck the fools,
More scams displayed.

The goal — to pluck,
To lie and play,
Forget the soul,
The mind’s bright sway.
Avoid the cursed,
No questions stay,
And live without
The soul’s own ray.

Reduced to skin —
A hollow shell.
A gut, a skin,
In greed to dwell,
Dividing spoils,
In darkness fell.



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




Stone jungles rule — no heart, no brain.
Just skins and guts, in greed’s domain.



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Stone Jungles


Crafty king, the nature’s fraud,
Stone jungle’s rule, a brutal god.
Lies in stock — betray, sell, trade,
Traitors breed, the game is played.

More you cheat, more fools you pluck,
Feed the beast — no time for luck.
Soul forgotten, mind shut tight,
Questions banned — don’t seek the light.

Skin and gut — that’s all you’re worth,
In this jungle, no rebirth.
Greed divides the spoils rough,
Sharp and cold, the streets are tough.

Forget your soul, forget your dreams,
Stone jungles crush your silent screams.
Hollow shells just grinding meat —
No mercy here, no clean defeat.



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




Stone jungles bleed, no heart, no grace,
Just skins and guts in a cold hard place.



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



The First Fallen

Who calls the war by proper name
Ends up locked away, the same.
The First Fallen — Reason’s fall,
A mind enslaved, obedient thrall.

Behind the fake Führer’s grin,
They march to death — a hollow win.
Fascist lies, all wrapped in lies,
Draped in falsehoods, thin disguise.



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




The first to speak the truth gets chained,
While fools march on, their minds restrained.



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



The War Is Lost

The second army—filth unleashed—
Strikes civilians with cruel ease.
Old-fashioned “mortar” still increased,
Ruled by the fool who’ll soon appease.

But behind that double-faced rat,
The Kremlin’s grip still holds the throne.
On a thread she’s hanging flat—
Soon justice calls to take her home.

The tribunal’s set, it’s coming fast—
The war is lost, the end’s in sight.
Propagandwhores may spew their gas,
But lies now hold no worth or might.



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




The war is lost, the tyrants fall.
Lies bleed dry — the truth stands tall.



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



Pushing the Limits

Soldiers’ widows chat of joys,
As graves are called in grim deploys.
Men—slimy worms—refuse the fight,
Won’t die for Führer’s hollow right.

Decay’s threshold — Hell’s own blight:
All demons flood this broken site.
And what’s beyond? More rot, more fall —
The limit’s pushed — the final call.



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




Widows talk while graves expand,
Decay consumes this cursed land.



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



The Darkness of New "Norms"

Trash to feed,
With lies beneath —
Fascist feed,
Poisoned sheath.

Toxin in food,
Falsehoods spread.
A Vile rules,
Obedience bred —

And leads you straight
To evil’s seat,
Where worms like you
Are crushed beneath.

Trash to feed
Will vanish soon:
The darkness born
Of “norms” — a doom.



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




Poisoned scraps, the worm’s new feast,
Lies breed darkness — truth deceased.



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



The Ninth Wave

They **** in your eyes — but that’s the dew
Of a dumb god’s petty crew.
They guard their skins, to feast, to thrive,
While feeding heads just to survive.

They **** on heads, call it care,
In vile lies, fools find no air.
They **** and **** — the ruler’s right,
Only he holds power tight.

Soon they’ll say, pants raised high,
“Run!” — and you just comply.
“No” is rare — the CowID
Made it clear: minds cease to be.

Seven-eighths — dumb and spent,
Ruled by Lies’ Ninth Wave, unbent.



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




The Ninth Wave crashes — lies prevail,
Minds drowned deep in a poisoned gale.



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



The Ninth Wave

They **** in your eyes — but call it dew,
From a dumb god’s pitiless crew.
Their bodies shield them, feeding greed,
While feasting on your mind’s last seed.

They **** on heads, disguise the plague,
Fools choke on lies — no chance to gauge.
The ruler’s right — his throne of ****,
Unshaken, cruel, the ultimate writ.

Soon pants will drop — commands will shout:
“Run, slaves, obey! No room for doubt.”
“No” is gone — CowID declared,
Seven-eighths lost, mind stripped and bared.

The Ninth Wave rises — black, unbound,
A tsunami of lies, crushing ground.
It drowns the last spark of the sane,
Apocalypse born in the reign.



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




The Ninth Wave roars — the mind’s last breath.
Lies drown the world — a wave of death.



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



The Ninth Wave

They **** in your eyes —
But call it dew —
From a dumb god’s pitiless crew.

Their bodies shield —
Feeding greed —
While feasting on your mind’s last seed.

They **** on heads —
Disguise the plague —
Fools choke on lies — no chance to gauge.

The ruler’s right —
His throne of **** —
Unshaken, cruel — the ultimate writ.

Soon pants will drop —
Commands will shout:
“Run, slaves, obey! No room for doubt.”

“No” is gone —
CowID declared —
Seven-eighths lost, minds stripped and bared.

The Ninth Wave rises —
Black, unbound —
A tsunami of lies — crushing ground.

It drowns the last spark —
Of the sane —
Apocalypse born — in the reign.

Final battle cry:

The Ninth Wave roars —
The mind’s last breath.
Lies drown the world —
A wave of death.



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Veterinarians of Fascism

Those vets who “care”
For sheep to thrive —
Their “healing” glare
Just keeps them alive.

Bold lies prescribe
The cure of fear,
Till fools comply —
Their end is near.

They shove the sludge,
Fake tests proclaim:
“All sick!” they judge —
No health remains.

No place for truth
In madhouse walls —
Fascism’s root
In every hall.

The world’s mad house —
Synonym for pain,
Fascists push dread —
And mental strain.

Those sick in mind,
They’ll “cure” with lies,
Just switch the tags —
The poison flies.

Stand firm, resist —
Or be their prey,
Vets of fascist “care”
Will take your soul away.



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Vets of lies, with poisoned cure,
**** the mind — make fools endure.



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Fear and Obey

Fear and obey,
Obey and fear —
Round and round,
Hell draws near.

Fear’s a plague,
You’re just a tool.
To crush that fear —
Stupidity’s rule.

The scaffold’s lost —
The world’s the stage.
In dullness trained,
Generations cage.

Monsters thrive
In skillful lies,
Their brand is stamped
Across all skies.

Reforged like sumo beasts,
The vile press down.
Mind and spirit choke —
Under the crowd’s crown.

Ruled by fear,
Ruled by dull,
Almost all fools
Wear the dull skull.



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




Fear’s the leash — obey the call,
Stupidity’s grip will make you fall.



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



Promises Every Year

Vova robbed St. Petersburg,
In treachery well-versed,
His “merits” crowned the throne,
Though death had him rehearsed.

They killed him long ago,
Yet no one speaks the truth,
As if the dead still spin
Their lies in endless youth.

Those promises — for all,
On every broken theme,
A library could rise
From all that empty scheme.

The double-faced Führer’s here —
Now killing with a grin,
A shadow puppet master’s game,
Where truth has worn too thin.



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




Vova’s dead, but still he lies,
The double Führer wears disguise.



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



Different Paths

Wretches march —
A mad, false world.
You grow old —
Your mind’s unfurled.

Youth’s vows fade —
You sell your soul.
Opening doors
To evil’s role.

Wretches march —
Step aside.
At first, it’s harsh —
The price of stride.

You’re a lone walker —
Don’t join the throng.
Better be a prisoner,
Than march with wrong.



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Wretches march — but you must part,
The lonely road saves your heart.



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A Method of Suicide

Poetry will **** you,
If you dare expose.
But Death will cradle—
The way life goes.

Nerves will drain away,
Health fades to none.
Heart attacks lead the way,
The rest’s just dumb.

Let each line be TNT,
Exploding loud.
Gather strength — ignite the spark —
Then fly unbound.

Where Death will take you,
Doesn’t matter—
This Hell’s the foulest,
Praised by fool or slatter.



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




Poetry’s a deadly flame,
Death’s embrace ends the game.



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



Accelerating and Spreading

Time speeds up,
Stupidity grows.
Life’s no longer —
A burden shows.

Total foolishness
Kills the last sparks
Of spirit, thought —
Lost in the dark.

All crave lies,
Like frozen machines.
Few remain pure —
The world’s unclean.

So all is lost —
This cursed place,
A hell on earth,
For the unwashed race.



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




Time runs fast, the fools prevail,
A dying world beneath their veil.



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



Hell by Light

“Tarnished hues — sulfur, blue, and gold.
I tore the flickering chains apart,
And, bursting bright, though burned and cold,
I killed the dreadful Nothing’s heart.”
— Konstantin Balmont, “Death to Death,” 1899


Tear this false world — unworthy, torn,
Where Spirit and Mind lie slain and worn.
You only lose chains — the dead walk here,
Amid the lies that bind in fear.

There’s Power in Light — seek it inside,
Ignite, consume, let all be fried.
Let fools keep chewing lies they trust —
The freaks will fall, swept off this dust.

Stronger than thought, that Light’s aflame,
It’s coming soon to Hell’s dark claim,
Where men are numbers, cold, confined,
And devils seek the obedient mind.

Be one with this fierce, mighty Light,
We must burn Hell from its blight.
Let this be Evil’s answering call,
Since war is waged to break us all.



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




Light will burn the hellish lies,
Rise up now — let darkness die.



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



The Flood

Abhorrence, filth multiply —
This is the Flood, no lie!
This world will drown and rot,
In lies — a foolish blot.

The world’s own grave-digger stands,
A fiend who rules these lands.
We’ve hit the very bottom’s floor —
Mad slaves forevermore.

The wise and spirits few remain,
Amidst the foul, profane.
Abhorrence reigns without contest,
Honor stands the lone protest.



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




The flood of lies consumes us all,
Only honor stands, tall.



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



The Sack

The selling fiends believe the world is strong,
Since souls are sold, it’ll last lifelong...
But lies and treason hold this fragile frame,
A rotten base — no crypt to claim.

The filth will spread, and all will drown —
The rightful end of traitor’s crown.
And if a traitor spares your skin? —
The Super-Goat’s dark plans begin.

These selling fiends deserve Hell’s fire,
And Hell is here — Dante’s a liar.
The sack with gold will be seized away,
And down they go — no price to pay.

All they have left — a worthless sack,
Dragged down and sunk — no turning back.



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




Rotten sacks, their gold all lost,
Hell’s the fate — the final cost.



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



Jihad of Lies

For Lies, a jihad —
When no **** fool
Remains above the bottom’s rule.
The idiot’s glad —
Feeds on poison and sham.
A war declared on all of us — ****.



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Lies wage jihad — fools starve in pain,
The war on truth will rage again.


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Jihad of Lies


Lies declare their jihad, no fool survives,
Stuck in the gutter where the bottom thrives.
Idiot chomps on poison and deceit,
War on us all — no retreat, no defeat.



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Roast and Steam

Roast and steam
Hit the world of lies.
Here, falsehood’s balm —
A dead fool’s guise.

Scalded by that lie,
But from above, the Flame
Will say: “Well cooked,
The stench’s no more to blame!”



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Lies get burned, the truth ignites,
The stink dissolves in cleansing lights.



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“With ‘Care’ for the Livestock”

In Memory of Vladimir Vysotsky

The wolf hunt’s done —
Now jackals roam.
A beast-house built —
For donkeys’ home.

But that’s half the pain —
All around, the sheep.
Where sheep prevail,
Fascism runs deep.

It kills the herd
With “care” so sly.
Bold lies abound —
Enough to make you dry.

But war’s loud *******
Is now in style:
The cattle drown
In lies — “care” piled.



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Wolves are gone, the sheep now reign,
Fed with lies — in care’s cruel chain.



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Fishing

Bighead carp bites the worm,
Fools bite lies — it’s their term.
Care for bait, when casting wide —
Rotten hooks where truths have died.

Only fools love rotten stuff —
Scatter lies, that’s more than enough.
Rot and lies together blend —
A perfect trap, my crafty friend.

Stock up well on rotten lies —
You’ll be fishing fool’s surprise.
Your friend’s a gibberish brew:
The biggest fool bites through and through.

Catching fools is easy, see —
A science of the century:
Let the lie just rot and stink —
And dull the mind of those who think.



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Cast your rotten bait, beware,
Fools will bite into the snare.



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Graduation

The ***** is set, the nut is tight —
Today’s the school’s last night!
The fiends increase the “bonds” all round —
“You’re bound,” if madness you have found.

That school must **** your mind outright,
Teach obedience, keep quiet tight.
Then you’ll uphold all their abuse,
For here the pawn’s the one profuse.

He’s food for freaks, that wretched spawn —
Those fiends howl on from dusk till dawn.
The school will teach you not to fight —
It’s game over, no more light.

From there, but few with souls come through,
The rest rot in Hell’s vile brew —
A Hell that’s real, no fantasy —
If madness rules your canopy.



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School screws minds to keep control,
Only few escape that hole.



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Biomechanics

Dead children of dead parents —
Wretched victims of Hell’s war.
Armies of fiends — corruptors of Spirit —
Strike with lies and cunning more.

Darkness in minds — the final cost.
The filthy zombie sees no chains.
He “thinks” this world’s beneath a God...
But under Satan’s reign remains.

Tone too harsh? We all are blamed,
But fool’s the enemy eternal.
He’s always ready for Evil’s game,
A MECHANISM in Reason’s journal.



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Dead souls march in evil’s scheme,
Fools fuel the nightmare’s dream.



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Losing One’s Mind

We’re losing our minds, not the road,
And not much left before the load —
The world’s grand madhouse comes to call:
Soul death, mind’s sarcoma fall.

There, the diagnosis common, plain.
Filth’s for those who complain.
It’s bliss to jab with rotten stuff —
Why fight? The pain’s enough.

People drive these roads, you see.
Fools served up as food for beastly.
They feast, they laugh, the fiends delight,
Hell on Earth goes on — no light.



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Minds decay, the madness spreads,
Hell on Earth, where fiends are fed.



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Boots and Nerds

Boots outrank glasses — easy to break,
To crush the specs, fools gladly take.
The fool’s old-school, the idiot’s loud —
This breed is bred to rule the crowd.

Spread the lies, ignite the fight —
You’ll claim each battle, wrong or right.
And crushing smarts is not a feat —
Boots stomp brains beneath their feet.



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Boots crush brains, and fools obey,
Lies win out, and smarts decay.



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Just So Nothing Happens...

Just so nothing breaks the way —
And Evil doesn’t have its day...
Fiends’ “laws” shift like drifting sand:
Alive? Then luck’s still in your hand.

Luck’s on *******’ donkey’s back,
Bent beneath the fiends’ attack.
But donkey brays, “It’s not so bad.
They say: ‘The war is being had?’”

No war declared by fiendish kind —
They break the donkeys’ trusting mind.
Drowned in lies, these fools are sent,
To slaughter’s door — called “labor’s” vent.



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No war declared, just lies to bite,
Donkeys march blind into the night.




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“Search” Algorithms

Deceits and traps —
That’s Yandex’s scheme.
Filters, ads —
Fascism’s grim dream.

No logic there,
Just shame and dread.
Answers given —
To the dull and dead.

A clever mind can’t find a trace.
Kab’ala plots invade the space.
Madness reigns — a mental pit,
Where fools just stumble, never quit.

There you’ll find in that mad hall
Simple answers, made to stall:
Rotten tricks for rotten skins,
“Cures” that feed fascist sins.

You’ll become a willing pawn,
The people march — forlorn,
Once a “Cosomol” proud and bright,
Now just rabble lost to night.



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Lies in code, no truth to find,
Madness rules the searcher’s mind.



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A Human?

Fiends bomb Kherson’s hospitals down,
Claiming they’ve come here to own the town...
And all the crazies trust the box —
That zombifies with endless talks...
And that’s a human? Hell, no way!



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Hospitals burn, fiends invade,
Zombied fools just watch the charade.
Superweapon

A fool keeps watch on a fool,
The madman plays the sage.
While lies grow deep as a pool —
Each step speeds toward the Cage.

No need for a blow from a lodge —
He poisons the world with deceit.
The media scream and dislodge
What’s left of the mind’s defeat.

If you're not yet insane — rejoice!
You're rare in this broken track.
For Fear and Lies — the weapon of choice —
Have turned the whole world to wrack.



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Fear and Lies — the Final Blade.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.



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Stupidity

Stupidity is thick and black —
Where fear and rot infest the brain.
If you don’t toe the lying track,
They call your truth a madman’s strain.

They hate you for the truth you own,
Their minds are graveyards, sealed and shut.
Like cancer, dullness claims the throne —
A wretched fiend commands this rut.

It grows — this dullness, side by side
With genocide, its loyal twin.
It slays what's left of soul and pride —
Of mind, and shame, and truth within.

So seek the cracks where light breaks through,
Reject their lies — that cursed chain.
Find answers only born in you,
And let your insight rise — and reign.

Tune in to instinct, clear and deep —
That’s all that saves you from this pit.
Where “tradition” crawls and creeps —
A mask worn by a blithering twit.



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Stupidity reigns —
And genocide grins.
Break through their chains —
The truth begins.



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Simple Things

Some things are clear and plain:
Cross the line — you're ****.
How many? Not a chain —
A billion. Burn. Go numb.



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One step — you're filth.
No turning back.
A billion lost
To smoke and black.




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*****-Eaters

*****-eaters swarm,
Devils' little pets.
If you're not deformed,
Your rage begins — and sets.

Endure this madhouse? No!
This world’s a stinking pit.
Not peace — just filth and woe,
And pain for minds that lit.

So drink that pain. Don't crack.
Store agony in jars.
Do stumps of flesh fight back?
No — their minds fled to Mars.

But *****-eaters breed —
Their demons soon will feast.
The Earth itself will bleed
From all this sickening beast.



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They feast on bile —
The devils cheer.
The Earth, defiled,
Screams loud and clear.



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Global Madhouse

Fools and tools and mindless brutes,
Imbeciles with vacant stares —
Marching in their **** boots,
Feeding fascist nightmares.

Only fools would turn on kin,
Snitch and rage with empty pride.
Cops are drooling cretins in
This fascist hell worldwide.

Fools and tools — expendable.
They’ll be culled, one by one.
Bred like dogs — commendable! —
In this Foghouse of the ****.



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A world gone mad —
Where brutes obey.
The fascist plan?
Breed dogs from clay.



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Sensitivity vs. "Clarity"

Sensitivity will shatter
Their fake world — a jellied mess.
"Clarity"? The devils scatter
It to dumb the minds — no less.

"Clear" is death — in charts and patterns,
Used to strangle souls en masse.
Propaganda’s memes — like shrapnel —
Fire straight through each brainless ***.

Souls lined up like targets, shaking —
Lies their ever-trusted gun.
Not still humans — just the shadows
Of the Evil — thought is gone.

Sensitivity will boil
This cloaca — mind's decay.
You won't need a sword for battle —
Inner Light will win the day.

Sensitivity to Light
Leads you to the world that’s true.
No more power cuts at night —
Flush their sewer down the flue.



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Clarity kills —
In charts it hides.
Only the Light
The soul still guides.



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Fatality

A grim reality unfolds —
No mind, no light, no law.
So fate in filth and lying molds
Becomes the final draw.



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No mind — no fate.
Just filth and lies.
Where truth is late,
The spirit dies.



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Fatality

In harsh reality now we stand,
Where wisdom’s empty, dead, or gone,
So fatal fate takes hold of hand—
In lies and filth our doom lives on.



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No mind —
Fate binds.
In lies and grime—
Doom winds.




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The Ninth Circle of Hell

Work is for the brainless drone.
Obedience — for sheep alone.
With snitches, traitors, lies, deceit —
Genocide walks down the street.

We’ve long been trapped, don’t even doubt,
In Circle Nine — no crawling out.
And in this Hell, so cursed, so low —
Step anywhere — it's into **** you go.



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Circle Nine —
You’re knee-deep in.
Hell’s design:
Obey — or sink in sin.



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Worse and Rotten

Make the bulbs dimmer still,
The faucets rust and break —
Monsters want the market’s ****,
And more stumps they will take.

Nature’s ruin, cold and planned,
Has long been set in stone.
The freaks — no humans, devils’ brand —
Will charge us debt alone.

Here fools bulldoze like raging beasts,
Inhuman drivers’ hands.
They raze it all — the human least —
Soon worms will crawl these lands.

For parasites there’s cleansing fire,
And other means, no doubt.
It’s not just heat — revenge climbs higher —
From Above, the freaks burn out.

Few humans left — but pests abound,
Overflow the Earth’s frail skin.
When hell fries those fiends around,
Only then will Heaven win.



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Rot and ruin —
Made on plan.
Freaks will burn —
And rise, the man.



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"MASH" and Trash

The truth's the war’s first sacrifice —
From "MAS
H" that told the tale.

Today’s a twisted, cartooned vice —
Where doc’s a butcher, cold and pale.
He serves a fascist mob with zeal,
While war’s a nightmare, pure and rash.

The doc’s a fool — no patient’s real,
The madhouse is the final clash.
No breaks or leave, no cry, no heal —
Just endless war, and endless trash.



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Truth dies first —
Madness grows.
Doc turns fiend —
The war just blows.



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Fools

Hell trembles under fools:
The worst of all the chains —
A pest that never cools,
Amidst the endless pains.

The "doctor," filthy cop,
The faker president,
The "teacher" — petty flop —
All serve the vile serpent.

But fools don’t see the game,
Who’s foe and who’s their friend.
So thieves seem saints in shame,
While fools meet bitter end.

They’ll **** you as a fool,
In madhouse’s endless sway.
If not — then play the tool —
Be cattle cast away.



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Fools breed chains,
And feed the lies.
They **** as fools —
And cowed, we die.



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Fools breed chains, the poison spreads.
**** you dumb, then use you dead.
Slaves and cattle, all the same —
Madness wins the ****** game.



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Fools

Hell shakes beneath the fools’ command —
The worst **** chains that bind the land.
A nagging plague that never quits,
Drowned deep in lies and endless *****.

The “doctor” crawls, a filthy cop,
The fake-*** president — a flop.
The “teacher” plays a petty pest,
All serve the fiends who steal the rest.

The fool can’t see who’s really boss,
Who’s friend, who’s foe — it’s all a loss.
So thieves wear halos, saints by lies,
While fools get slaughtered, no surprise.

They **** you dumb — a perfect tool,
Or herd you down — a cattle fool.
No mercy here, no hope, no stop —
The madhouse grows, the madness chops.



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Fools feed chains —
They bleed the flame.
**** you dumb —
Then own your name.

Slaves in herds,
Blind and bred.
Madness rules —
The world is dead.



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Fools spawn chains —
Spread poison wide.
**** dumb, then claim —
Your soul denied.

Cattle march —
No fight, no cry.
Madness laughs —
While millions die.



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Fools sow chains —
A web of rust.
They drown the mind
In poison’s crust.

Puppets march —
Strings pulled by dread.
Madness whispers —
“Raise the dead.”



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Madness and Sarcasm

Shame’s buried deep in MPs’ graves.
The president’s a cop on steroids.
“Citizen” — your mind enslaved.
Officials? Filth, in darkest voids.

Stench and shame — again, again,
Decay and madness run the show.
Don’t touch the **** who rule this den —
Punish with sarcasm’s blow.



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Shame is dead,
The **** remain.
Mock and burn —
Expose their stain.



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Alya-Ulyu!!!

“Alya-Ulyu!!!” rules the land —
The zombied box’s deadly hand.
Monsters won’t spare fools alive,
Lies **** like gas, they smother, drive.

Old poison gas — mustards, sarin —
Are dumb and worn-out war’s refrain.
But “Alya-Ulyu!!!” and sticky fear
Call stupidity to war’s frontier,

Dragging down the world in dust,
With mindless rage and brutal lust.



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Alya-Ulyu —
The call to dread.
Fools march blind —
While truth lies dead.



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Freebies

Freebies, freebies — poison’s taste,
Nothing more, no saving grace.
When the herd is always right,
Monsters claim their dark delight.

Cheap junk, propaganda’s lies,
School’s genocide in disguise.
The ruble buys a fake “gang” pass,
Exit’s death — no hope to last.

They **** your reason, **** your shame,
Your soul’s next, lost in the game.
Freebies — nasty, vile tale,
Ends with Death — no life, no sail.

Freebies, freebies — earth’s decay,
Humans turned to parasite prey.
Step left or right — no chance to flee,
Earth’s a global death camp, see.



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Freebies **** —
The mind turns black.
No escape —
The world’s attack.



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Kapsho and Kirduk

“Uncle with uncle — all is well,”
In children's books they dared to tell.
Is this the world? Or just foul trash?
Is this the mind? Or putrid ash?

No — rot, filth, and lies abound —
A global madhouse breaking down.
Inhuman like crows they soar...
And Kirduk? Just a date, no more.



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Rot rules the world,
Crows circle high.
Kirduk’s coming —
No place to fly.



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The Split-Up

To split again what’s torn apart,
To dull the dulled, the wounded minds,
They’ll live as told — no will, no heart,
By those who bind and twist their kind.

No limit to the treachery,
Betrayal’s work — a ceaseless grind.
What legacy will we leave free?
A fractured world where fiends lie blind.

Fools, *******, beasts aligned,
Like lice, the traitors swarm and feed.
In fear and lies, all intertwined —
We are the Earth’s disgrace and need.



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Split and torn —
The fools obey.
Betrayed, broken —
Earth’s shame and prey.
The Ultimate Generalization


They generalize from failure—
That's the pattern, every time.
One truth cuts like a razor:
This whole world is filth and slime.

Under reign of devil's minions
It’s been twisted through the years.
What remains in their dominion?
Just a flicker, drowned in fears.

They now breed, like grains of madness,
New editions of the fool.
Is he sold-out ****?—With gladness!
No, he is the standard rule.

And the breed of Spirit-People
Fades in darkness, lost in dreams.
They were targeted and crippled
By those bloodless, silent schemes—

Many wars without a battle
Were unleashed to dim their light.
They’re not over. Hell will rattle
Till they rise again and fight.

Now the tipping point is over,
And the barrel cracks below.
Next—catastrophes like clover,
Hell’s abyss begins to grow.

Spirit—Fire: one ignition.
But Hell sweeps to burn the Flame.
Years ahead bring dark attrition—
Fools will shriek, consumed in shame.

Will the People of the Spirit
Find at last their sacred peace?
Not in peace—creation’s merit
Is to burn, rebuild, release!



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Fools Will Burn — the Fire Stays Pure.
Spirit Creates. That’s the Cure.



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“Thus Spoke Zarathustra…”

Zarathustra’s voice rang true,
They once called him wise one too.
“Listen inward — heed your light,
Only that will guide you right.

Only inner light reveals,
Truth that burns, and wounds, and heals.
Every answer lies inside —
Dawn is near, just let it rise.”

Now the world is Hell’s domain,
Lies pour down like acid rain.
When you find that flame — be still.
Only you can break that seal.

Give that key to none — it breaks.
Each soul has its own heartquakes.
Fools obey another’s chart —
Demons smile. That’s how they start.

Trusting them — you seal your pact.
Now you’re branded as their “sect.”
Horns won’t show — their game is stealth.
Lies: the weapons of their wealth.



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Your Light within — or Hell begins.
Trust the Herd — the Demon wins.



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Goblins

Goblins, beaten to the core —
Lies and violence, filth and war.
Darkness rules their daily mess,
Fear the root of their success.

Even goblins lie within,
Trapped in cycles, soaked in sin.
Homeless hearts and dead ideals —
Genocide behind the wheels.

Genocide — their holy code,
Driven by the demon’s load.
Even filth sits on the throne —
Slow decay to rot the bone.

Goblins, broken, dead inside,
Nowhere left for them to hide.
Satan’s land will bloom and grow
From the bones they’ll leave below.



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Goblins rot — and Hell will feast.
Satan sows them, bone by beast.



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Trash

What falls down is rarely lost —
Still, true worth has a real cost.
Most just carry worthless trash,
Raised by brutes, they talk like rash.

Rudeness shapes their education.
Pass that test — and your salvation
Is to feel, and think, and see —
Leave that junk to idiocy.

All true wealth lives deep inside —
See it now, with open stride.
Else you’ll vanish in the flood
Of dead trash and rotting mud.



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Inner Wealth or outer Waste —
Choose the Light, or rot in haste.



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Rams and the Not-So-New Gate

The gate’s not new — the same old path,
To slaughterhouse and steaming bath.
For meat and wool, the beasts are led
By hands that paint the threshold red.

They paint it bright, they stoke the flame,
You walk in smiling — just the same.
If food's your goal, then feast, be glad —
You're just a dish. And that is sad.



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The gate’s not new — it ends in fire.
You eat — and fuel the butcher’s choir.



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"Too Much Mind"? — More Like Too Much Rot

Old folks slip — it's fate, they say.
Fools get yoked and led astray.
When the mind’s a shattered pit,
All the world turns into ****.

Rare exceptions still survive —
But not long. The poisoned hive
Strikes at those who dare to see,
Pulling minds into the sea.
Go on — drown. No dignity.

If you float, they’ll twist your core,
Make you filth, a fool, a bore.
Strength runs dry in thinking men —
Stench and Fear and Shame again...

Fear for all. This circus show
Is a dumbed-down, shamed tableau.
Brains are cursed in such a land —
But this world’s time is at hand.

Soon it sinks, and none will weep,
For the crimes are foul and deep:
Fascist rage, the cult of death,
And dumb decay that chokes our breath.



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When the mind is feared and banned —
Only rot will rule the land.



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The Mirror

The “mirror” shattered —
Mind went dim, then died.
The core was scattered —
No more us inside.



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Mirror’s gone — and so are we.
Mind erased identity.



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The Mirror


The sacred mirror’s torn apart —
No mind, no flame, no guiding heart.
The Core is gone, the Light grew thin —
And “We” dissolved... where once had been.



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The mirror cracked — the soul withdrew.
No more us — just shadows through.



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The Mirror

The mirror cracked — the mind grew dim,
The Light within was crushed by him.
The Core is lost, replaced by Shade —
No us remains, just shadows made.



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Mirror broken, shadow’s throne—
Light is gone, we stand alone.



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The Mirror (Mystic Shadow)


The mirror shattered, soul undone —
The fading Light is overrun.
Within the Core, the Shadow wakes,
And swallows all the self it takes.

No more we, just drifting ghosts,
Lost between the spectral coasts.
The veil descends — the silent night,
Where shadows feast on vanished light.



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Shattered glass, the soul’s eclipse,
Shadow’s dance on ghostly lips.



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The Mirror

The mirror’s shattered — sacred glass,
Once held the soul’s reflected past.
Now Light dissolves, the Veil descends,
Where ancient Shadow never ends.

The Core, once bright — a mystic flame,
Extinguished in the silent game.
The rites forgotten, secrets lost,
The ghosts now wander, tempest-tossed.

No more us in twilight’s grip,
The self dissolves — a ghostly ship.
Through mystic halls where echoes fade,
The Shadow claims the soul it made.



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Shattered mirror, secrets drowned,
Shadow’s rites—no light is found.



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The Global Sheepish Auschwitz

Auschwitz closed — a new one’s built,
A stifling world for fools and silt.
A realm obsessed with “care” and pain,
Where sheep and cows get shots on chain.



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Auschwitz done — but still they herd,
"Vaccines" line the dumb and blurred.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery

Scattered efforts, fractured mind,
Dullness follows, weak and blind,
Lost within a sea of lies—
Filth that blinds and never dies.

Entangled in the petty snare,
Survival’s trap, the cruel despair.
The method vile, the soul’s slow ****,
The Devil’s dance, relentless will.

This is Hell, the darkest night.
Dance to this or lose the fight.
Evil beasts will **** with ease—
Your soul’s last breath, a dying breeze.

Soullessness their sweet delight,
Their "life’s" aim, their endless blight.
Trust no fiend, but guard your mind—
Grow your thought, refuse the blind.

Intuition, sharp critique,
Are the weapons that you seek.
Against wild lies that spin and burn—
Hell’s own sorcery, its turn.



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Scatter minds — the Hell will rise.
Fight with thought — or soul dies.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery

Fragments scattered, minds undone,
Splitting souls beneath dark sun.
From the abyss, the lies arise—
Filth that weaves a cursed guise.

Caught within the petty snares,
Bound by fear, the spirit fares.
This infernal, timeless spell
Binds the soul in shadowed hell.

Only those who dare to dance
With the flames of ancient trance
Stand against the creeping blight—
Guardians of the sacred light.

Soulless fiends embrace the dark,
Feeding on the spirit’s spark.
But the mind, sharp, clear, and bright,
Cuts the veil and claims the night.

Intuition’s mystic blade,
Critical thought, the shield they’ve made.
Breaking cycles, rending lies,
Rising where the shadow dies.



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Shattered lies and shadows bind—
Only light can break the blind.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Mysteries of Passage)

Scattered shards of fractured mind,
Souls divide, then intertwine.
Through the darkened veil we pass—
Ancient rites within the glass.

Lies like shadows coil and creep,
Binding souls in endless sleep.
Yet the fire of trial burns,
Calling forth as spirit turns.

In the chamber of the night,
Where illusions lose their might,
Guardians stand with sharpened sight—
Keepers of the sacred light.

Through the death of old deceit,
And the heartbeat’s steady beat,
Mind and soul in trial’s dance,
Claim the path of true advance.

Intuition’s whispered flame,
Critical thought, the alchemist’s name.
Breaking chains of hellish lore—
Cross the gate, emerge once more.



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Through shadowed rites and fire’s breath—
Death of old, rebirth from death.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Guardians of the Gates)

Shattered mind, like broken flame,
Through the fire, we shed the blame.
Waters wash the soul anew—
Cleansing lies that poison you.

At the gates, the guardians wait,
Silent watchers of our fate.
Spirits guide the trembling way,
Through the night to birth the day.

Lies like shadows coil and bite,
But the flame reveals the light.
Trial’s dance—a sacred art—
Breaking chains around the heart.

Intuition’s flame ignites,
Critical thought, the guiding lights.
Cross the threshold, shed the past—
Find the truth that will outlast.



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Fire cleanses, waters heal,
Guardians guide — the soul’s ordeal.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Alchemy of the Soul)

Broken shards of shattered mind,
In the crucible we find
Fire’s wrath and water’s flow—
Alchemist’s sacred undertow.

Burn away the dross, the lies,
Smoke that blinds the spirit’s eyes.
From the ash, the soul reborn—
Through the night and breaking dawn.

Lead to gold, the mystic art,
Turning darkness into heart.
Trial’s flame refines the core—
Chains dissolve forevermore.

Guided by the inner spark,
Piercing through the deepest dark.
Thought and flame, the alchemist’s key—
Unlock the soul’s true alchemy.



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Fire burns, the soul refines,
Lead to gold through shadowed signs.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
(Alchemy of the Four Elements)

Shattered mind, the prima materia,
Lead within the dark hysteria.
Fire’s flame ignites the soul,
Burning dross to make it whole.

Water flows — the cleansing stream,
Washing lies from waking dream.
Air unfolds the dawning thought,
Breath of wisdom dearly bought.

Earth, the base that grounds the flight,
Shapes the spirit through the night.
Salt and sulfur, mercury,
Dance in alchemist’s mystery.

Through the furnace, dark and deep,
Spirit wakes from ancient sleep.
Trial’s fire and water’s wave,
Forge the soul the light will save.

Intuition, thought, and flame,
One within the mystic name.
Breaking chains, the self made free—
Soul transformed eternally.



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Fire burns and waters cleanse,
Air inspires, Earth makes sense.



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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
(Occult Alchemy and Mystical Rite)

Prima materia, dark and cold,
The base where all begins untold.
Leaden soul in shadow’s grip,
Bound by chains of ancient script.

Sulfur’s fire, the blazing breath,
Consuming lies and waking death.
Salt, the earth that grounds and binds,
Shapes the flesh and molds the minds.

Mercury, the fleeting soul,
Fluid, shifting, seeking whole.
Fourfold dance of earth and air,
Fire’s wrath and water’s care.

In the sacred circle drawn,
Underneath the veiled dark dawn,
Rites of old, the mystic flame,
Call the soul to shed its shame.

Transmute the dark to shining gold,
Break the curse of lies untold.
Through the furnace, through the veil,
Spirit’s light will rise and sail.

Intuition’s secret key,
Unlocks ancient alchemy.
Thought and flame as one shall be—
Soul reborn eternally.



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Lead to gold, dark into light,
Fourfold elements unite.



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The Fakir Sobered Up...

“The fakir was drunk, the trick failed tight...”
Nonsense, scams, and lies take flight.
Propaganda’s buzzing drones,
Feeding sweet on poisoned tones.

Stupidity, deceit, and fear —
Rot have spoiled the world’s veneer.
Sheep like heads upon the block,
Soon will end the clever flock.

The time is near. Tyrants erred —
Sheep and masters both will share
Breathless fate, the fascist lie,
Overflowing, doomed to die.

Judgment’s scale is tipping high,
Punishment will scorch the sky.
From the ashes, new world’s fire —
Burn the cells, sober fakir.



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Fakir sober, lies undone—
Sheep will fall, and so will ****.



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Drought

A single drop within the rain—
The fractal cosmos waits the strain.
The earth in need, by fools betrayed,
Their sweep begun, the plan is laid.

An age is born of that design,
No saving grace, no more divine.
The countdown starts, the fate is cast—
Salvation’s lost; it’s doomed to last.



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One drop lost — the drought begins,
Fools drag earth to fading sins.



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Expecting an Honest Search


To just make search — is that too much?
Does this world lack a simple touch?
What’s worth a world that’s just a pit?
Is this a world? Or just a sh*t?



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Search for truth? Just filthy lies.
This world’s a dump — no good disguise.



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The Hook and the Spinning Top

A fool’s attempt to grasp the horns,
For luck and vice in cursed forms—
But it’s just a hook, you see:
Caught ones silent, never free.

Young sheep from every shambling land
Know nothing of the hook’s command.
They spin around like tops in trap,
Till caught—then silence seals their wrap.

The whole world’s just a penned-in zone,
A twisted trap, a darkened throne.



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Caught on hooks, the fools just spin —
Silent sheep trapped deep within.



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From Hell to Hell...

To be born among the beasts—
Into hell so black and vast—
Mind will parch, the Spirit roast,
Lost within a savage blast.

Die—and yet another hell
Waits to pay the price of mad.
Only filth and foulness reign,
Only beasts leave marks so sad.



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From hell to hell, the spirit’s torn—
In filthy shadows, all is born.



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From Hell to Hell

To dwell amid the shadowed beasts,
In hell where light and reason cease—
The mind grows dry, the spirit burns,
Lost in wild delirium’s turns.

Death brings no rest, but darker gates,
A judgment forged in twisted fates.
Where only filth and foulness thrive,
And cursed souls alone survive.

No grace remains, no gentle breath—
Just endless night, eternal death.
A spiral down through shadow’s sea,
From hell to hell, no soul is free.



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Hell within, and hell without—
The soul’s lost path, the endless doubt.



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Pressure on Repeat

“The chains that form outside your soul
Are always slavery’s cruel toll.”
— Osho


The stench surges, off the scale,
A prison world, a fatal jail.
Your path is lost if fools you trust—
Disaster waits; betrayals ******.

You open doors to every lie,
And chances fade, you barely try.
In rotten lies, the shades abound—
Bright wraps, deceit in every sound.

Hot calls, tricks, and filth combined—
Even “geniuses” mislead the blind.
Not just years, but generations—
This flood of crap repeats its nations.

It’s on repeat, the crushing weight—
That’s how they ****, that’s how they bait.



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Lies repeat, the filth returns—
In their trap, the spirit burns.



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Tedious Suicide

Poets **** themselves —
Their souls still sing inside.
Such chances come —
Unnumbered, far and wide.

Suicide is dreadful,
But life’s worse still.
To speak between the stumps—
Is that your will?

I don’t care — I speak aloud,
Though life winds to its end.
Will I break free?
Fate curses every friend.




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Goals and Outcomes

Souls destroyed—the goal of rule,
Slaves remain, the system’s tool.
Chains of lies bind all the blind,
No escape for twisted mind.

If the mind is warped and cold,
Only flesh has truth to hold.
In this hell that’s dark and real,
Fate is harsh—no chance to heal.

Soulless masses fill the space,
God is gone, no saving grace.
End is near, a new abyss—
Low and dark, a final kiss.

This hell comes, Earth won’t survive,
Slaves reject the Spirit’s drive.
Soon we’ll face the heavy fall—
Waiting now for doom to call.



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Souls crushed, lies bind the blind—
No escape for broken mind.



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The Mark of Fiends

All around is rotting death... What steps remain?
No steps at all — just flee the shame!
The fiends’ loud slogan: “Fools, beware!”
So dull it is — pour venom there!

Flee the shame, abandon disgrace:
The cursed fiends infest this place!
Lift up your poisoned gaze above—
Eons of fools trapped in false love!

So clear to see — it’s all a lie,
But fight with life, or let it die!
If sacrifice is not your way—
You carry fiends’ mark day by day.



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Rot surrounds — no steps to take,
Fiends' false words — a venomed fake.



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Death Will Calm

Having walked through Hell,
Don’t believe, don’t think—
You’re not a fiend—
Die without a blink!

Had enough of all?—
Then die with grace!
Drop the whining—
Death calms the race...



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Through Hell’s deep flame,
Die proud, no shame.
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